The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-18
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| When he speaks to me in that. tone of voice always do it And I needed Billy badly at that very moment l ! took him out of his little cot by Dr. Johns big bed and sat down with him in my arms over by the window through which the early moon came streaming. Billy is so little, little not l to have a mother to rock him all the times he needs it, that take every opportunity to give it to him I find when he's unconscious and can't help 1 himself. She died before she ever even saw him, and I've always tried to do what could to make it up to him.
 Poor MT. Garter said when Billy cut his teeth that a neighbours baby can be worse than twins of your own. He didn't like children, and the baby's crying disturbed him, so many night walked Billy out in the garden until daylight, while MT. Carter and Dr. John both slept. Always his little, warm, witty body has comforted me for the emptiness of not having a baby of my own. And he's very congenial, too. for he's slim and dowery, pink and dimp1y, and as mannish as his father, in funny little flashes
 t'Git a stick to punch it, Molly he was murmuring in his sleep. Then I heard the doctor call me and had to kiss him, put him back fin his bed and go across the hall.
 Dr. John was standing by the table with this horrtd small book in his hand and his mouth was set in straight line and his eyes were deep back un- der their broWs. hate him that way, loo, and would like to get up so close to him that he couldn't hit me or have
 
 how the thought of taking a beating from a man can make a woman's heart jump. Mine jumped so it was hard to circumstances, but looked it out from under my lashes cautiously.
 There you are, Mrs. Molly" he said brtslxIy as he handed me this book. 'tGet weighed and measured and sized up generally in the morning and follow all the directions; also make every rec ord I have noted so that can have the proper data to help you as you go aIong-or rather down. And if you will be faithful about 1t to me, or, rather Al, think we can be sure of buttoning that blue muslin dress without even the aid of the buttonhook.' His voice had the If you can'' note in it that always sets me off.
 Had we better get the kfddie some thinner night rigging?'' he hastened to ask as I was just about to explode. He knows the signs.
 t'Thank you, pr. Moore! hate the very ground you walk on, and I'll at tend to those night clothes myself to- morrow I answered, and sailed out of that office and down the path to- ward my own house beyond his hedge. Wa.. L2--Y.L hand, and I made up my mind that would do it all if it killed me. I would show him I could be faithful-to whom would decide later on. But I hadn't read far into this book when com mitted myself to myself like that!
 I don't know just how long I sat on the front steps all by myself bathed in perfect flood of moonlight and loneH- ness. It was not a bit of comfort to hear Aunt Adeline snoring away in her room down the dark hall. It takes the greatest congen1a1ity to make a per sons snoring pleasure to nybody, and Aunt Adeline and are not that way.
 When poor MT. Garter died the next Hay she said: s'Now, Mary, you are en- hrefy too young to live all your long years of widowhood alone, and as am in the same condition, will rent my cottage and move right up the street into your house to protect and console you.'' And she dfd-the moving and the protecting.
 MT. Henderson has been dead forty two years. He only lived three months after he married Aunt Adelfne and her crape veil is over a yard long yet. Men are the dust under her feet, but she likes for Dr yohn to come over and sit on the porch with us because she 1 can consult with him about what MT. 1 Henderson really died of and talk with l him about the sad state of poor MT. | Carter's liver for a year before he died. | I just go on rocking Billy and singing hymns to him in such way that I can't hear the conversation, MT. Car ter's liver got on my nerves alive, and | dead it does worse. But it hurts when | the doctor has to take the little, sleepy l boy out of my arms to carry him home, | though I like 1t when he says under | his breath, Thank you Molly" And as I sat and thought how near ! he and I had been to each other in all | our troubles excused myself for run ming to him with that letter and I ac- | knowledged to myself that 1 Had no | right to get mad when he leased me, for he had been kind and interested | about helping me get thin by the time Alfred came back to see me. I couldn't | tell which I was blushing all to my self about, the luscious peach'' he had | called me or the lovely Hly'' Alfred | had reminded me in his letter that I had been when he left me-.
 To be Continued.)