The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1909-09-05

uEllL-dllu Ilf Wants 10 come DdCks
That's whatETve been worrying about"
] had no Wish to intrude further be-
hind the cloE bed doors Of this girls life;
1t was not int the bargain. But her con-
hdenCe and Che conviction I felt that the
man, all tOl0, was rather q good sort,
seemed to excuse a word in his behalf.
will take him back?" asked.
Never. I fought that ali out in the
park this mbrning. Once we were very
happy-Oh, very happy,-bu I never
want to suffer again what he made me
suffer" A bolt of lamplght fell
through tho window and saw her
hands wera crisped. I would rather
work-as I {m doing. I'd rather starvep'
The French mother was waiting up.
She lay in 1 limonO on a couch by the
bow windoiv, lost in the stars. The
light was loly.
"C'est toitma hue?"
"Oui, man an. J'ai une viste."
mon DieI1!"
Ne te d4range pas; I'm ami"
The older .wOman hastily gathered tho
kimono tOgIther and sat up, her hair
in disorder! She greeted me in Eng
hsh, apOlOiizing for her appearance, and
I sat down. The apartment was mea-
gTeness itsif. Some fruit, pack OF
cards in a broken game OF solitaire an
ash tray, ~ on the table under the
light. Savq countless photos OF Vangie
in costume and of actor and actress
friends, ere were no pictures The
piano lOokIt new. On the couch lay a
volume Of iDe MUssets poems, open.
The ktmOns like Vangie's dresses, was
/ draggled. The girl perChed on her
mothers CHAIR and, holding her captive
cheek to cheek, began coaXing her to
sing.
IN havI you know, man, that moth
er was Onie a very grand chanteuse."
The mothef put her hand over the girls
j lips deprecp tingly. "Sing him some
thing, ma here. I tried, but he left the
theatre!"
DO you .wish, then, to send the gem
tieman hoie?"
"Oh, but: I am the gauche goat" Ia
mented Vaingie, going off into another
ripple, and recommending the tickling,
her insiniating hand logging her
mothers shoulders, until the older
woman robe in self-defense and went
to the piaT:o.
Like het beauty and her figure, her
voice WASH gone. 1t was like rakiug
over the fnbers of a fire; the glow was
there, butt the magic flame had forever
persisted. EHOWever, she sang a little
chansOnneEte fun of memories and
tears, while Nangie stood wrapping her
round WITH one arm and at the end Of
the verse Kissed her hair. Then Vaugie
caught the air at an octave higher, let
ting the fOtes purl from her lips like
the liquid scrystals of a stream, and the
mother hImmed an underCurrent Of
harmony, hlancing up now and then at
her daughter, in gentle, pensive ad-
mirattOn. / il was a pretty picture I'm
the dim Ight of the room, the young
and old, lhe more than alive and the
little less lhan dead uniting their voices
in a thin! eternal
In the Enidst came another voice.
plaintive, Iquavering, from a curtained
"1fu9vves,"
The Eing ceased and both women,
turning, f-aited.
A child H. this household? Was it the
, mothers / Absurd. Vangie's? Vangie a
, mother? fever. Again the voice, loud
eT and WITH a ghost Of a sob:
"MuvvIt"
The cuIains parted and a child. her
dark hal! in a tangle from the pillow,
ner nighte lifted carefully, paused on
the TIRES bold, dazzled by the light and
, awed by Ehe presence of a stranger.
Il thou ght it was favver," she said.
in baby appointment.
My dirling," said Vangie, and lift
ed the CHILD TO her lap.
FOUOW!d a profound silence. It was
Nangie'sI There was no mistaking the
hair andE eyes; they. were the mans,
the husbands. And the chin, the SEN
sitive nOEe, the curly mouth and the
absurdly! tiny hands and feet were
! Vansie'sI as they had been the grand
mOthess before her. I found myself
+ an unwilling audience at the climax OF
the painful drama. The child began to
/ beg for Ets father. The grandmother
took theIn both in her arms, beseech-
ing Vankie with a glance from which
: the WORDS had long since W1thered, to
yield, saIing softly:
He Wis here tonight"
why sdo you cry, muvveT? Am
too heavt2"
NO, j EAR, nol' Vangie hid her face
/ against }he cUrls.
Here i last was the focus Of the day.
, The sieIpless night, the inconsistencies
, for a pEce she mad never seen, the
sudden |ars that piqued my curiosity
Z and awakened a deeper interest than
that meEely of committing her day"
2 TO papeTI were here concentrated. Here
/. I found fhe woman who up till now had
/, eluded ne under the COQUetTies OF her
prOressiIl- real woman, struggling
between lpride and love.
'Wiu f. come again tomorrow, muv-
ver?"
"Oh, nina, Nina, Nina, you don't
know what you ask Of mother"
And Vsangie, God bless her! went all
! to pieceI
At th8 door she held out her hand.
You I7ill take him back?" I repeat
ed
For INina's sake" she hooded.
wearilyi This has been going on for
year. The child can't forget him."
, Can tou?"
IN theiruddy haze Of the hallway, her
girlish outline pathetically displayed
, by the :gay, tawdry dress her curIs
awry, size put all the cOquetry she had
left intt a glance that swan through
, tears, ID for the last time said, warn
. ingly:
"'S'nlinl"
Them it's only pals for a day?"
Yes. /. Bye-bye."
And IN her face something which I
fanCied Ihad been mine for a few brief
. hours went out like a lamp-it was the
face Of / stranger.
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