The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1913-04-10

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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 fcw times that he had
been to 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, breathless with
curiosity as to what such call might
portend. She had been married here.
In the bay-window, under a wedding
bell of white roses. The musty smell
brought 1t all back, even her sense Of
almost breathless elation, when the
seal was set on her daring schemes.
From beyond the folding doors
sound, OF conversation and smItten
crockery arose, also 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 Hazel's daugh-
ter, Pearl, pretty child of eight.
Neither of her sisters resembled her
in the least. Hannah was a woman
who looked more than her age, with
a large, calm face, and gentle, near
sighted eyes which blinked at the
world behind pair Of steel-rimmed
glasses. Her quarter.century Of school
teaching had not dried or stiftened
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 Californian woman, a round,
graceful figure, and glossy brown hair,
rippled and arranged in an elaborate
coiffure as though done by hair
dresser. She could do this herself as
she could make her own clothes, earn
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 a thin,
tall. young man with STOPPING shoul-
ders, a 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 net take what chances
offered, she might become an old maid
like Hannah.
Berny 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 ball 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 wait was useless, approached the
vital topic.
We'll. Berny, we've been looking
over the list Of guests at the bali in
the morning papers and your name
don't seem to be down."
Il don't see why 1t should" said
Berny without looking up. consider.
Ing / wasn't there"
"You weren't there!" calculated
Hannah. They didn't ask your"
That's right" said Berny, breaking
piece Of bread. "They didn't ask
me-"
well, I'll be jlggered!" 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 was put
ting her fingers in her plate. You're
as good as her own flesh and blood.
too--her sons wife. It's not Chris
tian, and l don't understand 1t.
TITS tough" said Josh. that's what
It 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 to me I'd never go near them,
Just think what II would be Il Josh's
mother thought herself too good to
know me! ia like to know what ia