The Ordway new era., 1916-09-08
CHAPTER VII Continued.

"Bibbs" EdIth's voice was angry,
and her color deepened suddenly as
she came into the room, preceded by Il
scent Of vioIets much more powerful
than that warranted by the actual
bunch of them upon ele lapel Of her
coat.
Blbbs did not turn his head. but
wagged it solemnly, seeming depressed
by the poem. Pretty young, isr't itE'
he said. There must have been some
thing about your looks that got the
prize, Edith; can't believe the poem
did it."
She glanced hurrledly over her shoul-
der and spoke sharply, but in low
voice: 81 don't think it's very nice OF
you to bring 1t up at all. Bibbs. didn't
want them to frame 1t. and | wish to
goodness papa'd quit talking about 1T;
but here, that night, nfter the dinner,
didn't he go and read 1t aloud to the
whole crowd Of 'em! l thought I'd die
of shamen'
Bibbs looked greved. The poem
Isn't that bad. Edith. You see, you
were only seventeen when you wrote
It,"
'.Oh. hush up" she snapped. "I wish
II had burnt my fingers the first time
I touched 1t. Then l might have had
sense enough to leave it where 1t was.
had no business to take 1t, and I've
been ashamed"
mo. no." he said. comfortingIy. at
was the very most hattering thing ever
happened to me. It was almost my
last fight before went to the machine
shop, and it's pleasant to think some
body liked it enough to
But don't like IT. she exclaimed.
Il don't even understand It-and papa
made SO much fuss over its getting the
prize. just hate It. The truth Ia
never dreamed It d get the p-ize'
You have to live II down, Edith.
Perhaps abroad and under another
name you might find"
"Oh. hush up. III hire s0me1ne n
steal 1t and burn Il the Grst chance
get" She turned away petglautly
moving TO the door. I'D Ike 70 tElaE
I could hope to hear tie lat y: Il ~
fore die"'
Edith" he called. as zh@ ueat lau
he hall.
Whats the matter
az want to ask yo7 IN I really 5<sst
better. or have yDG gsE: zy- ss@zl y
me?r
What on earth In zog aazaa2- szs
said, coming back a. -sF n III Gzs-zsl.-
old.
when ! frzt czuoe Tss -1r-ssa-. rsrsl
at me" Bibbs sroiz.aesS. ~ ~ s1s5rs-
sonai way "gsr I'rs EI-1rs~5 gfyI rIss
at me lately. I 1g-1ssss. - IT,
''Tt's became E>s iDre ~ 4EEg sJs~
ter she TN Llla, ss5ss-r ~Taaa
month yGu-ye EesS zsrsEs s.grsr ygrs -
end of zood. AaTa>ay s-ppst r>ps 81
you now. BiDts, ss3 ngr-aar Hs5-.'
"sickTr
"welg-aimoes easr His aapqae4f
"And you're zsstaz = ss.zla-. s-ysr
every day, EibDss g@g nss,iy s7as
You're really zeft1Ez sto,sz s1safpscy r
"I-Tm afraid ~. - ss.s<s ~ts<tEIg
Afraid sot Wei. - yg'r a,s-gs 10
queerest, supD<~< 5syg aasa1 ssgf.A-
might send yor bae< ~ s4@ asas5faa
6uOp II you StA Nrss rESss> ~ , AHssT9
him say something sb<Srs. Z: ~ at1ssg u
the" The Jingle n Sisr8hz 5eiJ n
terrupted her. and sfse zJasrs1 - A@7
watch. "Bobby Lanhors, rs zsinq
to motor him ont 10 soox ~ a sssrs A
the country. Afternoon. Eif,kse"
When she had gone. Eib5@ rsbon11
pessimistically from shsif 70 ss.eif ~
eye wandering among sse fffiez ss ~
books. The library eons,sset, alzaoei
entirely OF handsome "aHffovm sds
tions." They made nm effective dscs,
ration for the room, ali ,t,ese bsx. ~
pensive books, with . glossy hs6tsS
Aefs and there twfnkiing fs6setts1 d
~ 1ansD ut cssetls9 u ~ sD1sD1Il
s1a1s nsso1ess.