The Twin City star. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1910-19??, 1914-11-27

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no lantern. but the soft stiffness within
needed no vigilance. The hay smell
from the loft and the managers, the
even breath Of the cows, the quiet safe
ty Of the place, met her. She was won
dering at herself. but she was strug-
Cling not at all. 1t was as If concern
ing the little boy something had decid-
ed for her in soft, fierce rush Of feel
ing not her own. She had committed
herself to Jenny almost without will.
But Mary felt no exultation, and the
weight within her did not lift.
81 really couldn't do anything else but
take him, l s'pose." she thought. II
wonder what'll come on me nextY, {
raw smell of the clover: in the hay of
the managers. as If something Of sum-
mer were there in the cold.
Mary Chayah sent her letter of blunt
directions concerning her sisters head
stone and the few belongings which
her sister had wished her to have.
The last lines of the letter We're about
the boy. .
Send the little one along. am not
the one, but don't know what else to
tell you to do with him. Let me know
when to expect him and put his name
In with his things. can't remember
his right name" ~'
When the answer came from John
Blood fortnight later it said that a
young fellow of those parts was start
ing back home shortly to spend Christ
mas and would take charge of the
child as far as the city and there
put him on his train for Old Trail
Town, She would be notified just what
day to expect him, and John knew
how glad his mother would have been
and his father, too, and he was her
grateful nephew. p. She would
send some money every month ito
ward him.
The night after she received this let
ter Mary lay long awake, facing what
It was going to mean to have him
thereto have child there.
She recalled what she had heard
other women say about it-stray utter
ances, made with the burdened look
that hid secret complacency, kind
Of pleased freemasonry in a universal
lot.
1.-THE children bring SO much sand
into the house. You'd think it was
horses"
'The center table looks loaded and
ready to start half the time, but |
can't help 1t, with the children's books
and truck" 49, :.
''Never would have another house
built without a coat closet. The chill
dren's cloaks and caps and rubbers
litter up everything
Every one Of their knees out and
their underclothes outgrown and their
waists soiled the whole time. And
do try 50 hard"
Now with all these bewilderments
she was to have to do. She wondered
n she would know how to dress him.
Once she had watched Mis- Winslow
dress q child and she remembered wharf
unexpected places Mis- Winslow had
Observation-Disclosures that went up
and down In the skirt bands and SO
on. Armholes might be too small and
garters too tight, and how was one
ever to know? II 1t were little girl
nOw-but q little boy. What would
she talk to him about while they ate
togetherf
She lay In the dark and planned
with no pleasure, but merely because
she always planned everything. her
dress, her baking. what she would say
TO this one and that. She would put
up a stove in the back parlor and give
him the room 'off." She was glad
that the parlor was empty and clean
'sno knickknacks for a boy to knock
around" she found herself thinking.
And child would like. the bedrosm
y $50 I Z.