The Dolores star., 1913-05-16

asked Emmy. A ripple ran over her
face. and she swallowed before she
spoke.
she said you wouldn't give Albert
up, real spiteful. Ah-rr-r! Oh. I am SO
sick! said you would ruther than
have your mother so insulted-and II
you don't I guess I'll give up trying to
live. She was so topping. Much a.
telling me It would be better for my
own child II died. Oh dear: oh
dear! oh dear! And Albert looked as
cross last night"
Did Albert come last night?"
yes. he did. Yc: needn't jump out
Of the chair! I told him you wasn't
home. and you had gone out to the
Collins spring. He said when would
you be home, and said I didn't
know. And he went OF mad. Oh-h!
oh-h-h! jimmy says Carrie March says
she saw him downtown riding on his
bicycle with Susan Baker. O-h-h-h-h!
Il guess I'll go make you some cot.
fee. mother" said Emmy: you need
It."
The girls self-control was like tin.
der to the woman's fire. Mrs. Barter
Jared out: You needn't make any
coffee. I won't drink It. What's more.
l won't eat one bite until you promise
me to break with Bert Glenn-not II
I starve to death! II you're willing &c
let those Glenns insult me and tri
umph over me. l amt willing TO live
to see It," Her feeble accents shrilled
to scream, as she flung out her arms
with "reminiscences Of the behavior Of
her favorite heroines in novels. 60
Emmeline Barter, marry him II you
dare: but you will pass to the altar
over your only mothers gravel" She
had Q confused sense that her syntax
had played her false and that she had
not gotten the words precisely right:
but she covered any embarrassment
by sinking back and moaning.
Emmy looked at her with . mount.
ing terror In her heart. She told her
self that It was impossible that her
mother could carry out such hideous
threat: but she knew that mucilagi
nous obstinacy which had not place
firm enough for reason to get hold
And she won't want to eat, either"
unused Emmy. wretchedly. "for that
,pasty medicine has made her awful
sick. She's got . fever now: that
will burn away her strength. And II
1t comes to = choice between letting
my mother starve and giving up Bert
I shall have to give him up!"
Emmy sprang out Of her chair. The
thought was like lash on 4 raw
wound.
She ran to the window; II seemed
to her that she couldn't breathe: and
her mothers whimpering irritated heI
past patience. She knew II she spoke
that she would let the bars down for
her anger, and II she were angry her
mother would be upset physically, and
grow so much worse that she would
feel like . murderer. She felt the
goading of that furious petulance
which torments q woman often into
sacrificing herself out Of very anger
Il was on her tongue to say. I'D rath.
er die myself than give up Bert. and
you know It; and I'll never forgive
you a. long as live. but rather than
see you die before my eyes will give
him up"
Yet at this very instant Of despair
q minister OF grace was lifting the
latch Of the Barter gate. and Emmy
was unconsciously eying her. The
minister OF grace was short OF stature
and very plump. She had q round,
fair, freckled face. which looked the
rounder for its glittering spectacles.
Her hair was yrllowish gray. but
she covered II with small white
sailor hat. She wore neat brown
and white calico frock. To escape the
dew she held her skirts high: one
could see that her preference was for
black alpaca slippers and white cot
ton stockings. The minister's name
was Miss Ann BiEclow.
II really had to come" she ex'
claimed % soon as she could take
breath. "Have you heard about Mrs.
Conner sprainins her ankle!"
Emmy. open the door!" moaned
Mrs. Darter from within her bedroom
adjoining the parlor. Emmy opened
the door. while she said: I'm 90 sor.
~. whenf How 10 she!"
"Oh. she's all right now!" said Miss
Bigelow. Its wonderful real MIR.
acis. ! told sister. That's what !
came to tell you. She sent over foi
u, and there she lay. fat on the kitch'
en- floor. ! began to treat her In my
mind The minute saw her. for ! saw
she was In error. All her word was:
send for doctor: rs sprainsd. II Il
aint broksi' I didn't know what 70
DO. didn't want 70 encourage her IN
error. and yet you know W are not
advaacsd % far - sprains and broken
ooses. and u b usual 70 summon .
doctor; and 6oat tel I'm advanced
eeough myself - undertake serious