The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1910-07-01

happieSt period OF her life. But, during
the week which she had just passed
with her niece she had become strong.
ly convinced that il is possible for a
child to be too much in the foreground
of the domestic scene
Elaine is. OF course, a dear child, "
she said to herself. but | wish ner
father and mother could manage. oc
casionally, TO talk about something be
sides her sayings aud doings sup
pose tried to tell stories about my
own when they were little, but then
they were really rather unusual chill
dren. Why, Edith walked when she
was only eleven months old and |
don't believe there ever was another
child who said as many bright things
as Henry did But Elaine is really
very ordinary and I'm positively sick
and tired of hearing about her"
Mrs. Flyte's reflections were inter
rupted by the voice of the woman with
the chantecler hat.
Dear little Reginald" said the wom-
an. will be so lonely! really ought
to have taken an earlier train"
Il wish she had groaned Mrs. Flyte
inwardly. IF she's going to sit there
and talk about dear little Reginald"
Evidently. she was. for she contin-
ued: You wouldn't believe how much
he misses me! Why, the other night
/ was home an hour late and the tears
in -,
ran to meet me. He has such lovely
eyes. and they are such an unusual
color. | noticed last night that his
eyes are exactly the color of mine,
and I've often b zen told mine were
very unusual-brown, yes, but this
very particular uncommon shade of
brown don't know exactly what you
would call it. Isn't it lovely that dar-
ling Reginald's eyes should be exact
ly that same peculiar and unusual
shade?"
The wearer Of the chantecler hat
talked, apparently, without effort Her
voice rushed on. like high power au.
tomobile. throwing out a cload of
words which drifted over the back of
the seat 1t was Reginald's additions
which came in next for discussion.
You just ought to see him take his
bath. He grows stronger every day.
do believed"
Mrs. Flyte had a distinct remem
brance that her children had been reg.
ularly and properly bathed during
their infancy. but their baths had
never taken on the form of a public
ceremonial She had been an unwilling
witness to Elaines bath every
morning during her visit, attendance
al this function being. if not compul.
sorry, at least obligatory on all within
the call of Elaines admiring mother
Did you ever see the dear little red
sweater we gave him on his birth.
day. the voice went on. He's so
proud of it-yes. he was three years
old the twenty-third of March-and
hell run and get it every time put
on my hat to take him out. He isn't
willing to go a step without It, even
no" mat 1t Is so warm. | suppose he'll
insist upon Wearing It all summer We
mad his picture taken in II the other
DAY Oh, you must see his pictures,
I've some OF them here in my bag
The chantecler hat and the bunch ot
artificial ringlets bent close over the
photographs while Mrs. Flyte closed
her eyes upon visions OF Elaine photo
graphed in every possible and impossi
ole position-Elaine asleep and awake
Elaine dressed and undressed Elaine
crying and smiling; Elaine. In short
IN every Imaginable phase OF her ex
lStence froI the day OF her birth to
the present time. and each succeeding
representation. according to Elaine's
mother, just a little more worthy o.
ones choicest Rdjectives than any OF
the others.
Inc train stopped. There WIS
movement In the next seat and Mrs
f'yle opened her eyes to see tn
chAnlecler hat and the bunch OF arti
n'ial ringlets disappear through the
doorway.
Ms the train started onward she no.
nced something on the floor One OF
little Reginald's photographs had
Shpped through at the back OF the
seat and was lying at her feet She