The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-07-14

but she knew that the fragment of life in her arms forehead: To ward of sobbing she laughed
 You'll have to put him in the closet sometimeP she said, and added: But you'll kiss him all over when he comes out"
 Do you think I'll punish the little beoved' kissing all overr' She reached languid hand toward the tiny. creature in Rachel Sey1nour's arms. An the rosy dot of face and prodded the soft aannels There about the adnirer certain definite air of accnstomedness that stamped her mother of rosy dots.
 Isn't he dar1ing Where's your little hanne, baby? always want to get my finger into babys hand and get is squeezed It's the 1oveliest feeling, isn't it, Mrs. Seymour? Perhaps you'd think the mother of four little squeezers would get >used- She stopped suddenly and held Up her hand. Her vivacious face expressed dawning panic fire alarm was changing out it's dire strokes.
 One, two thresL9ne . two, thTse, rec four ht she full-fedged, into her face. "Thrty-four! That's district! I know our house is on fire and my blessed leave them with that terrible red-headed nlaid"
 No one thought to smile at the time-worn imputa che she. was white-faced with it Rachel Seymour laid the new baby gently down and went to her. "II go with you" she said, soothingly. All thought of her swallowed up in this little of borrowed excite ment. Once out of mind it took its time to
 There was no fire, no burned babies. After her exert'on to keep up with the impetuous young rest little Then finding herself so near the shops, she concluded to go on and do a few neglected er- rands The few multiplied. She discovered, besides, what normal with apparent reason why she should not stop and feast her eyes on lovely what woman ever went by? Rachel Seymour was enjoyingly while the afternoon hours drifted by.
 In the dark closet, quite alone with the Sins time dragged to Rodney He began to wonder that She stayed long tirne,-that last sin he realized, had been long one, but not long this. What if she never came and he stayed here aways?-What if his hair should become as white as snowi
 The ess aeeG R savna das . his the nf plication tables he knew and that he did not. He spelled all his scant little repertory of words and recited aloud all his pieces. If he had been ima consolation in making believe, but to Rodney only realities occurred The Sins seemed to shr vel @ Mn s m q en Ten ss reeo
 After great while other, sterner fances. The loudvoiced clock on the other side of the door When 1t struck year. and he thought 1t ntedshm meanly "You never' come out-never1l come out! First thing you know yuo'l dieP'
 It began to feel like that sudden fury took pos session of Rodney and he screamed an and beat on the door and kicked it with his numb little 5 feet a the The done it better. But nothing happened on the other side of the door, except that the clock taunted floor
 The drowsiness that by and by erept oyer him he understood. It waS-that. lie StretcheQ ms HtlIe body out and folded his hands decently. When they found hin1-when She came-he would look better stretched out, with hands folded, he thought. A sad exultation drifted mstily through his mind when he thought of that moment and he wished he was going to come with Her to see how She looked. That was just before he-ded.
 In the new silence the clock outside seemed to be saying tender. things in whisper
 Rache 1seynour had fallen in with another friend at one of the openings" Together they went the rounds of the decorated room and came to halt before an especially choice little creation of the frames Tn the middle of gentle rhapsody the acquaintance caught sight of new expression on