The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-07-14

,SuSl peated the stereotyped little excuse, and SU6 patiently sighed. Patience the keystone <JNS of the bridge that connected her with the S~o boy who forget She was always patient and the boy always forgot. He stood gazing down
 Six short months ago Rodney had forgotten with perfect impunity but since the unlooked-for advent \ of this clear-syed wQman-person' it had been re, the simple tenets- of the new code by heart: To forget to tell the truth was lie To forget to obey professional of sins. Rodney had committed them ai-unrestraired before with certain innocence of patient woman had told him. Her clear eyes were on him now he could feel them though he would not look a need not have said it, since he knew already-and three times yesterday and two the day before. Me Rodney Was good at adding things Eight was con siderable many, he realized, suddenly ashamed.
 Rachel Seymour opened a. door and notioned gTavelye Without word the boy went in. Nothing M
 The shame swelling within his little breast was for this rather than for his eight sins, but he made resistance at all He scorned to resist little cleaI-eyed woman rsont,ao1<
 alone eFand try ito remember what I've said-right here alene with your poor little sins You are to stay till open the d She went a sTay am doing" she said gently and went again.
 It was dark in the closet and the Sins crowded Rodney was not afraid o the dark but he was afraid
 
 never been shut up with them all before Singly and with plenty of room and light no one of them
 The Head Sin-the sin of forgetting seemed to come and sit astride his shoulder and whisper many missy, prickly things in his
 ~She told you not to, an you went an didp' the
 sL 1forgdt'f4R Redney. shrlrried, then stopped The said, "I always come in.'
 'I hate you, Get off O my shoulderi'
 You hate Her, too"
 od ha himself say it. It see-d queer to be saying it here, and any way he had supposed that he did hate Her. f0aha don hse gRns Ear only don. love There's diffrence between hating an dontloving" "She hates you.
 rather sore little heart Rodney hesitated to conhde in Sin, even Head. One. She hated him, but he She would never tell anyone They had known each other now for nearly year. Father had married appreciated her gentle thoroughness. She had to do it, of course, but 1t did not make him love Her Her love him. Probably just bringing up never did; it was to Rodney's mind rather dreary, unloving process Probably She did not like it any better fhan he did would be sso much easier for both of them if She would only stop bringing him up-
 "Morry Pepnefeatlers mother brings him up" # seemed to be the Head Sin who said it. as if he had
 Shes s'. an ownser. flashed back Rodney It made { didn't like an you liked 'en- Morrys mother was Merry loved her-it made diffrence. "Y ou're sghing'' accused the Sin.
 "Tm breathng,-I can breathe, can't ?'
 Morry Pennefeather doesn't breathe. He laughs :" In here in the dark things kept coming to Rod ney. There really nothing to do but think of things. The new one he thought of now filled him with strange feeling like being hungry and not ex pectng anything to eat. It was a secret between Rodney and himself that he wanted to love Her and i. wanted Her to love him That was the difference befween him and Her, for of she didn't. Only owners probably did
 She might open ctoset.doors then and say "Go in 9 She might tell him and tell him how bad forgetting