The Detroit times., 1913-02-17
By Maria
Thompson
DdUieSS

eyes a second time. and before We
realized IL We were within whisper
ing distance.
mo, | don't-don't-need any dog.
! said softly. hardly glanclng out from
under my lashes because | was AFRAID
to risk looking straight at him again
so soon. | could fairly feel Aunt AIDE
lines eyes boring into my back.
III would take the hydra-headed
monster of-may | bring my mother
TO call on you and the-Mrs. Hender-
SOM he asked and poured the won
der smile all over me. Again | al
most caught my breath.
Il do wish you would: Aunt Adeline
is SO fond OF Mrs. Wade" said In "A
positive fiutter that | hope he didn't
see, bur ! am afraid he did, for ha
hesitated as IL he wanted To say
something 10 calm me, then bowed
merclfully and went on down tho
street He didn't put on the hat he
had held in his hand all the while he
stood by the fence until he had looked
back and bowed again. Then | felt
still more fiuttered as | went into thu
house. but | received the third cold
plunge OF the day when | reached the
front hall.
Mary" said Aunt Adeline in
voice that sounded as II II had been
buried aud never resurTected. "if you
are going to continue in such an un-
| seemly course OF conduct | hope you
will remove your mourning, which -
an empty mockery and an insult to
my own widowhood"
''Ycs. Aunt Adeline, I'll go take Il
! off this very minute, | heard myself
answe' her airily TO my own aston
! ishment might have known that
! IL ever got one Of those smiles II
would go to nv head. Without an
other ord I sailed into my room and
closed The door softly.
wonder if God could have realized
what tender thing He was leaving
exposed to life in the garden OF the
world after He had finished makios
woman" Traditionally, we are Gre
ated out OF rose-leaves and star-dust
and the harmony OF the winds. but We
! need a steelchain netting 10 fend us.
/ Slowly unbuttoned that black dress
that symbolized the ending OF six
years Of the blackness OF a married
life. from which had been poWeress
20 fcnd myself. and the rosy dimpling
\ thing I'm snowy lingerie with tags or
4 blue ribbon that stood in front OF my
mirror was az newborn as any other
| hour-old similar bundle OF linen anu
! lace in Hlllsboro. Tennessee. Fortu-
/ nateiv I'm old. year. beforclast white
/ lawn dress could be pulled from the
/ top shelf OF the closet in a hurry, ami
the Molly that came out OF that room
was ready for life--and lot of IL
quick aud fast
And again, fortunately. Aunt Adc-
line had retired with violent head
! ache and black Judy was CARRYING her
J in not bottle with a broad
grin on her face. Judy sees the world
from tho kitchen window and under
stands everything. She had laid 4
I large thick letter on the hall table
where / couldn't fail 10 see Il.
took possession OF IT and carried
IL TO bench in the garden that backs
mp against the purple sprayed liiacs
and Is nanked by two rows OF tall
| purple ard white iris that stand in
/ line ready for a Virginia reel with q
delicate row Of the poets narcissus
across the broad path love my
flowers love them swaying on
their stems In the wind. and like
10 snatch them and crush the life on
OF them against my breast and face
| have been TO bed every night this
spring with bunch OF cool violets
against my cheek and | feel that
am going to tlrt with my tall row
OF hoiiyhocks as soon as they are old
enough To hold up their heads ana
take notice. They always remind mo
Of very stately gentlemen and | have
wondered II the fluffy little butter
and eggs weren't shaking their rui.
fles al them.
A real love-letter ought TO be like
cream pun with a drop OF dynamite
in II. Aifreds was that kind. | felt
warm and happy down 10 my toes as
| read 10 end turned around so OILS
Lilac Bush couldn't peep over my
shoulder at what he said
He wrote from Rome this time
where he had been sent on some sort
OF diplomatic mission to the vatican
and his letter about the ancient citv
on her seven hills was a prose-poem
in Itself was so interested that
read on and on and forgot IL was al
most toast-apple time.
or course. anybody that Is anybody
would be interested in Father Tiber
and TIE old Colosseum. but what made
me forget the one slice OF dry toast
and the apple was the way he seemed
10 be connecting me up with all those
wonderful old antiquities that had
never even seen me- Because OF me
he had felt and written that poem de-
scriptive OF old Tiber, and the moon
! light had lit up the Colosseum just
/ because | was over here lighting MP
Hillsboro. Tennessee. with Mr.. Carter
dead OF course that Is not the way
he pr il all. but there In no place
TO really copy what he did say down
into this imp book and, anyway, that
J Is the sentiment he expressed, boiled
down and sugared off
! Tha5's just what mean-lova
! boiled down and sugared of Is mighty
apt 10 get an explosive flavor. and
one had better be careful with that
kind IL ono is tlmid which I'm not
( As I said. also. | am ready for a little
taste OF life. so read on without
| fear Ard. 10 be fair, Alfred had
well boiled his own last paragraph
( II snapped; and ! Jumped and gasped
both almost thought didn't quite
I like Il and was going TO read II over
again to see. when there came a pro
cession from over 20 Doctor Johns