The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-07

come The five dollars came fiji mighty handy and you l1oT yo hoy % mufh d thank you for lending it to than anything else earth. Just remember he's a o zape s anf ~hos M ffqs esz de 5 po 5 g eTs h death trying to make up 1Hs mind what to do. next thing Ad en 9o in fof oT share which God knows deserve, old honey mother p I'll take that r99m gen next @ to m1e be-Begnning Yue, who. then had not been all sure that de- light had not gone from her forever,
 It was the room that brought it. She bought nes t F his hd bfd rss and p wide I ad @ it with her wall paper. She bought him pair of slippers. soft leather ones; and with her own l. hands made him eOrner was source of nfnfe deghtfn little pains to handsome boy of five feet the burap coVeT 9dd he he. like bottle E Egr11en 1 the soft M MpSws Zone in his col without being able find the emblem itself of the far at was on o as aya he d osd Ike G.t the s that better than the 1onkheads) the books (the only s SaTf f fq the ee W she made out of pastsboa5d box and pink ribbons (dd stamped design which she had ernbrodeTed in red the foot of the bed the little patent mirror and the shaving set placed lovingly beneath it ethe old
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 She sent him thirty-ive dollars, and added:
 q have little surprise waiting when you get here hope you'll like it-aad will whisper into my that you like it. didn't begin to know how lonely Bebe H sae aa ee hi E6o% yo M $
 Bebe nosed about the new room in frantic rapture, sole confident of her hearts desire
 4ynn is~coring to live with mer It hovered In the air Hike perfume Does anyone not mother, know the noble pathos of motherhood7-how the object of love is born in pain which is overwhelmed by joy, how it grows through bliss and sorrow, bliss and sorrow alternately pu1sing in the mother blood? What nights of longing and what days of praise she trough Her singing is drowned by her weeping; her weeping is broken by her smiles. The anguish of her soul makes alien anguish pary; the full flood of her happiness makes other happiness pale Martyrdom, sacrifice, slav life she is fighting specter. She lives under fear haunted If fear then it another, troop of them, train, 1egon myriad She is viligent against the nachinations of all mankind. Hawklike she watches humanity. Nothing shall grope in and her own. .. her ozvT! This is Fear, but it is the fathomabe longing, longing after the deepest and highest things that her child shall know them and have the and ndefnabe longing after all the vague grand beautiful spirit things which fade, which loom forever before the eternal Lynn is coming to live with mel"
 That was the poem of Miss La Vue's life.
 It bitter earth and 1t sweet air He confused her. At times she afraid she could hold his spirit close her, he seemed be growing big, uncontrolled another people and another of conditions. At other times her love breathed over her. bringing like light indefnab1e He wrote incessant1y- always with compromise He had box of his belongings by freight; but he "was not certain he could get away" In the meantime she dusted his room and added Iac-knacks it's store few potted geraniunls on the broad window sill, a