Los Angeles herald., 1910-04-03

kneeling figure By the bed.
please-belle of the ball tell you there too much
seesaw about that sort of thing for a limited nature
like mine; but | suppose d have got used to teeter
ing on it same the rest of you, only she made up
her mind | was to qnit-and quit did Name runs
me! guess she III try and run you too; she tries to
most any one that comes to hand. This is my
shebang
lie stopped before small cottage whose slender
piazza was ornamentay fenced in with heavy wooden
scroll work. and opening the front door, ushered the
guest into the hail. Hello, Mamel Here's
Prescott. Prescott-he's one of the boys, you
know"
"We re so glad to have you here, " said Mrs. Bren-
ner stout young woman in a light blue flannel shirt
waist she had pretily untidy hair large gentle brown
eyes, and small, very soft hands She brushed the
light strands of hair out of the way with pretty ges
ture of hand, while she extended the other 10
Prescott He felt instant sensation of comfort IN
creased when he found himself finally settled IN an
armchair in that reflected the mistress OF 1t IN
a sort of warm, attractive disorderlness. A work
basket with the sewing half out of it, occupied a
footstool; the table, lighted by a lamp with pic,
torial shade piled high with magazines and
papers banjo sprawled the sofa amid the tumbled
pillows and child IS pink worsted sock and china
cat lay in front of the bright little kerosene stove in
the middle of the floor.
Mrs Bremen followed his gaze toward the infants
belongings and blushed she laughed
Harve won t let me pick them upl Isn't it silly
of HING
81 believe she puts them there herself because she
up to tricksl She sent me for you tonight. Do you
remember the evening spent at your house five years
ago9 The night had the cold, and your wife put the
mustard plaster on metz
s'Why SO she did - said Prescott delightedy. "1'd
forgotten you d my wife and the children. Let
me see-there only two of acknowledgement s four
years OLE"
at was the hottest mustard plaster ever felt
said Brenner remnscently. ''I went to sleep with 1t
on When l woke up-I guess l was sort of dazed-
/ thought the house fire, and started to run
uA..u, I,4M oprht m in
and sent you to head off Hottest mustard plaster
ever felt Well, your wife mighty good to me.
Not so very ruggedooking though herself, as l re-
member"
'Oh, she IS very strong" said Prescott, with de-
fensive hauteur; Every. She IS i'll - He turned
the conversation toward the Bremen menage land
how old is your childG''
DUT he found himself, later, confding in Mrs
ID Brenner after the cozy little supper in the rag
carpeted dining room, where she had set out hot
mnce pie and cheese and cookies, and Brenner had
made the coffee Prescott who owned the impaired
digestion of the travelling man, had long passed the
stage of taking whisky to supplement all deficiencies,
arriving at the final attitude of the invariabe SOFT
boiled eggs for breakfast and roast beef for
dinner but tonight he had reekessly refused to take
sickly thought for the Name pie was good.
Brenner was sitting now cross-legged on the sofa,
strumming obviously on the banjo, while Prescott,
his arms on the dining table, leaned toward Mrs Bren-
ner's sympathy. Something in this warm home atmos-
phere too much for him.
'She-I-there re some things you can't tax
about, Mrs Bremen. Now, the other night my wlte