The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-02-05

- master another gem from the Burgess Nonsense book. The draw ,ings appealed to him immensely He sat on the edge of the rug. his back against his fathers chi. onnier, h legs of six years growth stretched out. ehc book open upon his knee. Occa- Sionally he made dash with his hand at aE inquisfiive fly.
 Across from him on a low rocker, her shining head bent slightly over in the serious operation of sewing a Eut- ton on a coat, softly h1mmed his young mother. Presently the boy shuffled along the floor. still keeping the book on his lap, till he got close to her and lodged his chin on her knee.
 ''See if l don't know it, mUddle," said he And he began:
 ''The roof it has a lazy GIm0
 A-lying the sun:
 The walls they hzVe-they haVe''-
 An incipient dIInple showed in his mothers check
 -''to hold him up:
 They dO not have much fun" Finished she gayly. She pushed the boys hair back from his brow and kissed hiIa. 'Eow run down into the garden. honey. and play with nurse and Baby Harold Plenty of sun and fresh air and deep breathing, you know. That's what makes a little fel- low into a big. strong man, eh-not too many nonsense verses T'
 Robert cut his book away reluctant ly. But love pO'try, too, darling, dear,'' asserted he, stroIzing her face pretf1ly. before quitting the room.
 "ue's his father over and over again -Dnnflez QrF.a.tlfnur vvfnOf1g1 And sentimental, too, Fr1 efraid," added Anna, with slow, ecigEaucal smile, as she shipped off the thread with her sound. perfect white teeth.
 She rose to put the coat away. Tn doing so the contents slipped from one of the pockets that had been hanging over her knee. She stopped to replace them, the contents varied and tccOnse- queutial as any boys. Then her glance fell upon a bill of fare-a French bill of fare, full Of naughty things to eat and drink for two It bore the date of the day previous.
 A dancing little spirit of mischief played in the boa utiful gray eyes.
 ''rH keep 1t fOrninst my lords re- $urn.'' quoth she. ''I'H chnff him with it a bit when he gets home this afte- noon. pretend I'm catty and Jealous. Injured virtue through and through. Oh, lordy. lordy, fancy me being Jeal- ous, and of dear old Bobsp'
 Robert Granger reached his subur- ban home in Westfeid early that aft er1ooD. It was Saturday, a fine sum- mer day. and he'd promised to take his boys to Cranford. a few miles dis fant, for sail on the river
 Glad you have on that dress, Anna" saiG he. "Ifs uwfully becoming, and I want you to look your pretticst- Bra dy is coming out this afternoon, and"-
 "BUt the boys-the river?" Her nrst thought was of her children's dis appointment lthcugh her dislike for the man Brady, who always ''got on her nerves" came in a close second).
 ':The boys? I'd quite forgotten. Well. you'H have to fix It up with theEa; put tEem of till some other time. r.
 Robert, wish-I wish you wouldn't forget like that. It's growing to be a habit with you, ceGr. and I hate-I hate to have the children lose faith In your promises. I want them to learn that promise means''-
 He interrupted with some sharp in- consequence, and Anna's wide, sur prised eyes goaded him into a tempest of words
 ''Are you so burdened with mother hood" be cried. that you can't even be a wife7 It's plain to see that I'm only worth to you what I may be worth to the children, and no man no man, I repeat-can stand that sort of tbing-"
 Anna flushed and wondered what she could have done to cause this ex- trGordinary outbreak. Her first i'm p-:lse always where Robert was con cerned was to try to ascertain where she herself had been found wanting. In the symphony of womanhood she had but played over and over again tbe largo of motherhood, this slim. KirIish figure with the exquisite flow erlike face. for her physical attitude toward even her boyish. irresponsible husband was largely maternal.
 She wondered, but in this instance she was rather at loss. There Wa a sense!ess ambiguity about the affai that baG1ed her. Sue flushed hotter It seemed to be an indignity that ever for second Robert should have b, come so exceedingly small in her eye
 When she returned from liking i up" with the boys she crossed to tn window and looked out into the gal den The sun was still shining, but i had lest it's gold to her
 There was a-plenty of it's gold il the ripples of her brown hair. how ever. Robert noticed it. He saw, too that her slight figure, dressed in the