The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1909-02-06

once from q lonely woman into
hcaniiful orr Itwas ike autumn
surrhire nhahing dOwna gray valley
or dawn gliding the somber hills.
he WIZ be pleased Maudle viii
be pleased" Mrs. lalimer mnrmured
The words half aloud, And Of course,
I want to please T0ns wife,
She Attcd key into one of the
drawers, a drawer which had not been
opened for a number Of years, and her
face hogan to grow pale For this was
drawer fnll ui sacred memories
trHwer dedicated 20 sorrow.
Yenrs ago. when Anna Latimer had
been young. and 10 her own way pyct-
ty, soft brown eyed, and brown
haired girl, she hud lost her irst born
eflld--a boy named Leslie.
Afterwards. when Tom was born,
people said that Anna l.atlmer would
forget The new baby would heal her
grief, and so perhaps Il did, Anyway,
her Visits TO poor little Leslie Latl-
niers grave grew fewer, and at last
ceased altogether Dut all the same
tho woman cherished q green grave ia
bcr heart q grave ahuadantly waterel
with tears. and though she loved Tom
--nss,, ndored the boy--he could never
quite take the elder brothers place,
the throne that BY sacred right be-
longs 70 the nrst born
Tom had married a little over a yeai
aso, falling IN love with a pretty aay
sn haired little creature. fascinating
and well dcwcred besides.
And nov, year and three months
later Mrs I-atlmer found herself
proud and happy grandmother, whilst
pretty Maudic smiled. pale but srium-
pheit, feeling herself crowned queen
forever. rnpturoua with delight oyci
The pink bundle she strained ~ her
warm. white arms, dreaming already
81 great future for her boy, eager
10 lavish al the wopld on him. Hadn't
she spent fortune as Il was IN the
purchase OF ali those dainty appeint-
nents which belong BY right TO d
bahyg Fine garments spun Of cobwcb,
lace trimmed and beribboned. Didn't
the little nursery in the Nat in sloars
street amelI Of violet powdor2 Wasn't
It fragrant with rose petalhs
4for baby muot have everything
lovely about h'm:" that was Maudie'a
1alnty, insisicnt cry. She had q fun
purse. and right to spend her money
AZ sbe liked; elso, she was adored Of
.her husband.
Mrs Latimor drew deep breath.
which was almost e sigh. turned the
leg and pulled open iae drawer Then
q flicker pnssed over her face, and
Tor second her eyes grew dim with
toars tears Of almost iuioleruble pain
and regret, for herein the large draw-
pr, Pit away with God knows what
care and solicitude. and sprinkled with
tbe salt tears Of mothers agony,
were pile upon pile Of cambria robes.
quaint little pique pellsses, and all the
garments which belong to infancy
Hard and quaint in cut compared 70
present fashion. but beautifully made
and rich with dainty stitching end
good lace, immaculate in their crisp
ness. their spotlessness, l'hey we're
the clothes which had belonged 10
little Leslie.- % the dead child For
Mrs. latimer had made acaain of that
big drawer. a lavender scented cofIia
and there She had hidden away all Tint
hcr drat born had ever worn
His toys we're there. too some guy. |
~oolly balls. a wonderful silver rattle.
string Of red coral; also. ia IN cnvel
ope. hidden away under some tiny
caps, xithefed rose which had fallen
from d chaplel. placed wlth so many
others. on the tiny coffin.
She picked Up long, cambrc robe.
and pressed It to her cheeks then FELL
a;thinking.
She had never dressed Tom In any Of
these clothes. They had been Too sa.
cfea, TOO precious for the new baby'sl
use
hut now she wanted to give some
thing to her grandson. something per
tdnHl, and with q history of ts own.
moi the mere gift which could be pur-
chastd. Her grandson was bringing
,hs pdst bnck g her even more vivldI3
than hls father had done, and in Z |
curious way she seemed 10 Identity th |
nek come baby with Leslie himself
Ii seemed 10 her tbni Mandle'A baby
stared at the world with Leulle's eyes,
pnd he vas 50 warm. 50 dimpIed -
sweet A cuddleaome bundle n hsl
cfooned overland Ainelto, with hniz
ike nns fun aid eyetas blue ~ pes
cropped vioiets YES; baby must veaI
dead I.eslles clothes for why, Mrs |
LAtlmer askud herself with faisfl
smile. should they he confined any Ion
gst III the druwere rhey we're 80 bca