Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1913-03-25

from each other, severely isolated in
the corners, as though the room were
too remote and sacred even to sug-
gest the cheerful amenities Of social
intercourse. A curious, musty smell
hung in the air. 1t recalled the past
in which Dominick had figured as her
admirer. The few times that he had
been 20 her home she had received
him in this solemn, unaired apartment
in which the chandelier was lit for the
occasion, and Hannah and Hazel had
sat in the kitchen, GREATNESS with
curiosity as to what such call might
portend. She had been married here,
in the bay-window, under wedding
bell of white roses The musty smell
brought it all back, even her sense Q.
almost GREATNESS citation, when the
seal was set on her daring schemes.
From beyond the folding doors
sound, of conversation and smitten
crockery arose, also a strong odor OF
cooking. The family were already at
lunch and opening the door Berry
entered in upon the midday meal
which was being partaken of by her
two sisters, Josh, and HazeIs daugh.
ter, Pearl, a pretty child of eight.
Neither of her sisters resemble6 her
in the least. Hannah was a woman
who looked more than her age, with
large, calm face, and gentle, near
sighted eyes which blinked at the
world behind a pair of steel-rimmed
oil II
teaching had not dried or stitfened
her. She was fuller of the milk OF
human kindness, of the ideals and en-
thusiasms of youth, than either of
her sisters. All the love of her kindly,
maternal nature was given to Pearl,
whom she was bringing up carefully
to be what seemed to Hannah best in
woman
Hazel was very pretty and still
young She had the fresh, even bloom
of a Californian woman, round,
graceful figure, and glossy brown hat,
rippled and arranged in an elaborate
couture as though done by hair
dresser. She could do this herself as
she could make her own clothes, earn
a fair salary at the milliner's, and
sing to the guitar in small, piping
voice Her husband was ravished by
her good looks and accomplishments
and thought her the most wonderful
woman in the world. He was thin.
tall. young man with STOPPING shout
ders, long, lean neck, and an ami
able, Insignificant face. But he
seemed to please Hazel, who had mar
ried him when she was nineteen, be-
ing haunted by the nightmare thought
that if she did not take what chances
offered, she might become an old maid
like Hannah
Berry sat down next to the child,
conscious that under the pleasant
friendliness Of their greetings a vio-
lent curiosity as to whether she had
been to the bah burned in each
breast. She had talked over her
chances Of going with them, and Ha-
eel, whose taste in all such matters
was excellent, had helped her order
the dress Now, drawing her plate
toward her and shaking out her nap
kin, she began to eat her lunch, at
once too sore and too perverse. to be-
gin the subject. The others endured
their condition of ignorance for some
minutes. and then Hazel, finding that
to walt was useless. approached the
vital topic.
We'll, Berry. we've been looking
over the list of guests at the ball in
the morning papers and your name
don't seem to be down"
Il don't see why it should" said
Berry without looking up, consider
ing wasn't there"
"You weren't therei" calculated
Hannah They didn't ask your"
That's right" said Berry. breaking
piece OF bread. They didn't ask
me-"
Well. III be iiggered!" exclaimed
Josh That's beats the Dutch"
Il didn't believe Mrs. Ryan would
do that" said Hannah, so panied that
her generally observant eye took no
note of the fact that Pearl vas put
ting her fingers in her plate Yours
as good as her own flesh and blood,
too-her sons wife It's not Chris
tan, and l don't understand it."
It's tough" said Josh. that's what
II is, fought
IF / were you" said Hazel with
spirit, husband or no husband, I'd
never want to go inside that house
or have any dealings with that crowd
again. II they were down on their
knees 10 me I'd never go near them.
Just think what it would be if Iosh's
mother thought herself too good to
know me! I'd like to know what I'd
faal about III