The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram., 1909-09-25

and over it. had shut her eyes and turned her
4 back. Break down? She couldn't break down
There neither time money for it. She
eo1drs And so, of course. she wouldn't. She woudn.
her. mere movement % an effort T Of Conscious VIII VIII had
noth;rs to do with it The household could not get
thing et actually eSSo oh "a her duy was
plair her orders nfalble and-consequent her inter-
Eddie calling her in his weak, fretful voice.
Mama! mama
Yes. It true that Eddie was fifteen; but he had
tcndcry will, him. She felt her responsibility and
special debt to him His clinging dependence was very
Now his e whining Mama lam er mans set vibrating in
her chords Of pity deeper than she herself analysed
soo1sa dear I'm eG Her low and
was something comforting about her mere personality
as she put him together for the day. AT the last she
OF his hairparting some would make an aluson to
his age and then else. She caught him to her
being "mama's boy' even if Howard had repudiated
"babying" with skirts
As they went down together, her white skin that did
barely perceptible shadow fell when she perceived
Howard already in the dining Toor, and through the
pectve walk to the Office The square breadth OF
shoulder and the something aggressive in the posc of
in Agnes Twyman both the woman and the mother
At her eager peasanness ne merely turned IN silence
little more ore
Mrs. Twyman was lovely. People said she was the
best woman they had ever known Her voice was not
noiseess; there no rustic of skirts, sound of
foo, f1otfa Her whole personality was subdued gentle
its clear coorless skim habtual But the great soft
dark eyes were humid you whether she
Now, as they waited, Mr. Twyman's heavy tread
sounded the stair. Howard sat immersed. Eddie
her very pulse It seemed suspended, watched the door
for the first sight OF the coming face
fore the eet taptaptap Of sobes French heels started
after But the girl at her fathers elbow at the
door, and she slipped behind him. unremarked, to her
chair, with little nod to her mother.
Agnes response fractional and preoccuped She
bright look and word ready to fash out at the Signal
But Roger Iwyman looked at nc no one Into the silence
king Of beasts
AS he drew out his chair. Mrs. Twyman detected his
missing napkin It i was always something for Roger
he was sure find it, Now she forestalled even dis
by mother sss sT s s!sst Howard beg.
Its easier to do things myself" she confessed
The errand done, she still loitered by her husbands
touch on his shoulder-it was as if she put fine
antenns His coat seemed to creep from under % @ her
ran back and kissed him again It was not only asser-
ton Poor Roger he let himself be so unhappy Roger
The maid, who had held back the steak to keep it hot
now was slow bringing it Mrs Twyman kept glaneing
ae to a The s to % the s
Maggie seems be delayed" she fatered. :" If you
He responded to his cue. "If 1? If you'll" he splut-
tered like bad match whose head flies off when you
try to strike it. Can't save me the burden of your
end of the business dear? Can't you learn to
o she s7 ad NO
1t if she laid COOL soft palm the fever of his
spirit Her gentle dark melted with sympathy and
appeal
But that seemed his final irritation. He shook him
self the muscles Of his mouth drew up oh, lGrd!"
"Grace before meat he commented, nonchalantly
with some amiable diocy. Isobel hated discomfort
worse than anything else
Mrs Iwyman the light quite gone from her fass
tion Eddie would have nothing but hot cakes soaked
in sirup, which sweet and washed down by coffee,
pleasantly, Mother did father do the carving,
and send the tenderloin to YOU?
His father was motonless behind his paper.
His mother slsnesd at him anxiously One . has been
the Frenchnan when he laughs, and-the American
when he jokes.
yet with certain modest pride for both her husband
and herself But would rather give it to him. and
bad s ,s
Mr. Twyman .r cracked "a his paper pap, together.
At the same instant Agnes was supplying Eddie's
plate.
Great food to make man of" his father commented.
speaking for the first time, delicaey changing the sub
ject and beginning attend his tender his
original hurry apparently forgotten.
Mrs Twyman looked up quickly: did Eddie
looked his father, his mother then, with tmorous
assurance, hurried on.
But father. Howard answered sweety. and his voice
fell on an abeyant air you must remember that Eddie
isn't a man Eddie's nothing but child yet
1t exactly her usual argument and tone that it
took Mrs. Twyman moment to understand to stiffen
10 sense the smile Howard's lowered face They
were always jumping Eddie, and rousing something
fierce in her. Her babys Her arms hovered him
Howard!" she protested. though SO her touch
Has velvet Eddie win develop. Give him time"