The Canon City record with which is consolidated the Canon City cannon., 1913-04-10
Continued From Last Week

positive fiutter that l hope he dtdn
see, but | am afraid he did. for he hes
itated as If he wanted to say some
thing to calm me. then bowed merci-
fully and went on down the 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
nuttered as went into the house, but
/ received the third cold plunge OF the
day when reached the front hall.
MARY" said Aunt Adeline in voice
that sounded as IL 1t had been buried
and never resurected. "if yc. are going
to continue in such an unseemly
course of conduct hope you will re-
move your mourning, which Is an
empty mockery and an insult to my
own widowhood."
"Yes. Aunt Adeline, I'll go take 1T
on this very minute" heard myself
answer her aIrily to my own aston
ishment might have known that II
L ever got one of those smiles II would
10 to my head, without another word
1 sailed into my room and closed the
door softly.
wonder II God could have realized
what a tender thing He was leaving
exposed to life in the garden OF the
world after He had finished making a
woman? Traditionally, we are Great
cd out OF rose-leaves and star-dust
and the harmony OF the winds. but we
need a steel-chain netting TO fend us.
Slowly unbuttoned that black dress
that symbolized the ending OF six years
OF the biackness of a married life,
from which l had been powerless to
tend myself, and the rosy dimpling
thing In snowy lingerie with tags OF
blue ribbon that stood In front OF my
mirror was as newborn as any other
hour-old similar bundle OF linen AMI
hce In Hillsboro. Tennessee. Fortu-
nateiy, an old, year-before-last. 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 a lot of :,
quick and fast.
And again. fortunately. Aunt Adeline
had retired with a violent headache
and black Judy was carrying her in a
hot water-bottle with a broad grin on
her face. Judy sees the world from the
kitchen window and understands ey.
erything. She had laid a large thics
letter on the hal liable where
couldn't fail to see It,
took possession OF 1t and carried II
TO a bench in the garden that backs np
against the purple sprayed lilacs and
is fianked by two rows of tall purple
and white iris that stand In line ready
for Virginia reel with a delicate row
of the poets narcissus across the
broad path. love my flowers. | love
them swaying on their stems in the
wind. and like to snatch them and
crush the life out OF them against my
every night this spring with a buncn
of cool violets against my cheeks and
1 feel that am going to fiirt with my
tall row OF hollyhocks as soon as they
are old enough to- hold up their heads
and take notice. They always remind
me of very stately gentlemen and
have wondered II the funny little but
ter and eggs weren't shaking their
ruffles at them.
A real love-letter ought to be like a
cream pun with a drop of dynamite
in 1t. Aifred's was that kind. felt
warm and happy down to my toes as
I read It and turned around SO old
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 City