The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-09-25

the half light that there were no lines of irritation about his mouth, which Richard had said looked to him like that of the prophet Hosea when I had shown him the picture that father had had snapped of himself and the Graz. with their great string of quail, on one of their hunting trips just before father died.
 Ever he exclaimed when he sud denly caught sight of me standing in the middle of the dusty road, with my impedimenta around me, and as he spoke he dropped both babies on the platform in 8 bunch and the small trunk on the other side. Then he just stood and looked, and I had to straight en the roar that was arising in me at the sight of him into a conventional smile of greeting suitable to bestow on an enemy.
 But before the smile was well launch ed Sallie hustled in and got the full ef- feet of it.
 'sWhy, Evelina Shelby. you darling thing, when did you comet" she fairly bubbIed as she clasped me in the most hospitable of arms and bestowed a slightly powdery kiss on both my cheeks. I weakly and femininely en- toyed the hug, not that a man might not have-Sallie is dear, and I aI- ways did like her gush shamefacedIy.
 "She got offen that train that left us, and she ain't got bit of sense or she wouldn't answered the Blue Bunch for me in matter of fact tone of voice.
 What for did you all unpack outen the surrey if you sawed the train go dod 13f an. cusing practica1ity. Don't you know when youse left?'
 ssOh. Henriettav' exclaimed Sallie. looking at the young philosopher with terrified help1essness. Please don't mind her, Evelina. don't understand her being mY~chi1d, and nobody does, unless 1t was Henry's grandmother on his mothers side. You had heard of my loss?
 If hadn't heard of the death of Henry Carruthers, Sal1ie's elaborate black draperies, relieved by the flmy exquisiteness of white crape ruches at the neck and wrists, would have pro- claimed the fact. I
 Suddenly something made me look at Cousin James as he stood calmly in the midst of Sallie's family and bag gage, both animate and inanimate, and the laugh that had threatened for min utes fairly faEed out into his placid. young prophet face. tI'm glad to see you. Evelina, " said Cousin James gently, and I could see that the pillows of my mirth had got entirely past him.
 was glad he had escaped, and found myself able to look with com posture at his queer, long tailed gray -E-N N-I- AEa4 Ia old ME. Pinkus, who had been fathers orderly all through the war, was still alive and tailoring in his tiny shop down by the postof1ce. though now that father is dead he probably only does it for Cousin James. The two of. them had been his only customers for years. And as I looked I saw that the locks that curled in an antebellum fash ion around the Crag's ears were slight 1y sprinkled with gray, and remember ed how he had loved and stood by fa- ther, even in the manner of wearing P1nkus clothes. My heart grew very large all of a sudden, and I held out my hand to him.
 4I'm glad to be at honey I said, gazing straight into his eyes with look of affection that you would have been proud of, Jane, using unconscious Iy, until after had done it, the warmth I had tried unsOccessfully on Richard Hall at the Astor not forty eight hours ago, but 2,OOo miles away. And it got & response that puzzles me to think of yet. 1t was just look, but there was a thought of father in it, also a sug- gestion of the glance he bestowed on Sallie's twins I remembered that thes Graz seldom speaks, and that's what makes you spend your time breath lessIy listening to him
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