The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1916-08-09


the door Mary opened il and look
"a down on a small boy shyly twist
ing a corner OF his coat why,
cello" she exclaimed, recognizing
one OF the children Nom across the
hall. What can do for you"
Annie says will you please lend
her a egg" he got out with one
breath
Il surely viii" answered Mary
Then a sudden thought coming
What's your name?"
william Henry Smith" he re.
piled. But everybody calls me
Bill "
Mary smiled We'll, Bill, come
in"
She led him to her mother, This
is our neiehbor, Bill Smith" she
laid He says Annie wants to Dor
row IN egg"
For a moment Mrs. Holcomb
glarcd. at him. Then she asked,
frowning deeply: who is Annie,
and what does she want with an
egg"
She's my sister" answered Bill
Smith. and she wants to make 4
custard TO take my mother. My
mothers been ia the hospital an
awful long time But she's comm
home soon" he chuckled with q
smile. faint no cinch without u
iellcr's mother"
"Humph," Mary looked around
quickly. Mrs Holcomb was staring
down at bill Smith very queerly
Suddenly she hustled into the pan
try returning in moment with two
eggs. Here said she, cell Annie
~ use two eggs Whoever heard OF
making Il civilized custard with one,
Run long now and-wait minute
She glanced AT Mary staring with
amazing interest out the window
then she whispered myateriously and
Bill Smith waited moment, Mary
made no comment at suppertime,
when only small portion Of fresh
ly baked apple pie graced the table.
The mex, day Mary left college
earlier than usual. She went home
directly AS she opened the door
voices came TO her from the kitchen
and her mothers laugh, which She
had not heard for long time. She
paused She heard her mother say,
There's nothing in the world finer
for invalids than Irish moss jelly "
It's made right Now. Annie"
Mary approached TO where she
could view the kitchen Her mother
stood by the table, Annie 5csidc
her. watching her every move. The
younger Smith children, particular!
Bill were making inroads on a fine
chocolate cake. while the bride from
down the hall sat asking questions.
Mary stepped into the room as
though the scene before her was the
most natural thing in the world.
She did not glance at her tmbar-
raised mother as she stood mo
ment talking with the bride.
My, ! was glad TO meet your
mother this morning she eN.
claimed I've just been dying 10
ask her things, she looked so home.
like. You know. all know is office
work and Mary darted triumph.
ant glance al her motherl I've made
50 many mistakes cooking But
wait until Mrs. Holcomb gets
through with me- Already She
shown me how to make the dandies'
meat pie"
Mary left them TO their Jelly MAX
ing. and as her mothers hearty
laugh came to her frequently she
murmured Thank the Lord for .Hll
Smith"
That day marked the adoption OF
the Smiths and the bride by Mis-.
lIolcomb She practically took all
responsibility off Armies shoulders
and before long canned goods and
bakery goods ceased TO offend her
eyes going into the home OF thc
bride Mary might Justly have felt
very much out of 1t. as she rareiy
found her mother home in the df,cl.
Moons. because 1t was just char
ity" 20 take the Smith youngsters
TO the parks or the movies II a. mai
not been that just then-that Is an
other story.
One evening she surprised her
mother painstakingly darning
mans sock fine gray silk SOCK
Somehow she could not connect 1t
with Bits father. She picked mp
It's mate. For goodness sake,
mother" she said who does this
belong to-"
1T is MIR PAGES sock, primly
ans wered Mrs flolcomb.
THE shiftlcss' young man who
dawdles his time away Mary g
eyes were cleaning.
Mrs Holcomb's shoulders squared
themselves belligerenty. Don I