The Winslow mail., 1916-04-21
WHEN DAISY DARNED
Rv JANE OSBORN.

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Daisy, his wife, was not in and it was
Thursday, Jenny's day out.
He went straight. to his own room
his room and Daisy's, and, with fur
! tive glances, to see that Daisy was
not in hiding, opened the chifonier
| drawer
There they were, the shapeless
piles of minated, undarned socks, just
where they had been for the last
| month. Harvey seized the afternoon
paper he had bought on his way home,
| bundled the socks into it and then
! rolled it into a parcel. He cast about
| for string to tie it. His eyes caught
sight of a piece of Daisys pink lin
gerie ribbon lying in her bodkin holder
| on her dressing table. He seized this
and in a minute his bundle was firmly
| fastened.
Then, with guilty side glances, he
hurried out of the apartment, closed
the door noiselessly and, avoiding the
apartment elevator, passed down the
narrow winding stairs. Once out in
the open, he turned the corner sharp
ly, jumped on the nearest street car
going downtown and breathed a sigh
of relief. Daisy couldn't possibly see
him now.
On his way down town Harvey
opened his card case to find clipping
torn out of his morning paper.
For Busy Women and Bachelors
Darning and mending of all sorts done.
Anything from a pair Of socks to a
lace gown mended and renovated by
experts. The Mendery, rs Bristol
street."
When the car reached Bristol street
Harvey slipped off with his bundle,
and in a few minutes reached the de-
sired number It was such very
little shop that Harvey would not
have seen it but for the brightly paint
ed sign which dubbed it the Mend
cry"
1t was a charming, silken-voiced
young matron wearing an osprey
trimmed hat, with a veil drawn back,
who received Harvey's package and,
giving him numbered ticket, prom
ised to have the work done within
three days.
Harvey traced his way back to his
office For the first time within the
year he had been Daisy's husband he
felt as if he had deceived her. He sat
staring into the inkwell on his deck
and fumbled with the pens. He had
broken into his own house when they
were away and still, he mused, they
were his socks and any man had a
right to dispose of his own socks to
suit himself Still Daisy had given
him some of the socks-the bright
colored socks that he wore only with
high shoes were all her gifts. Per-
haps he ought to have left those. Still,
a man couldn't go with holes as big
as eggs in his heels. He had bought
new socks, but he couldn't go on CO.
ing that always. And then there was
the sort of the socks-that alone was
enough to vex the heart of mere man
accustomed to having mother or
wife attend to such details.
But what had come over Daisy
Daisy, who had up to two months be-
fore regarded the slightest detail of
her wifely duty as joy and delight;
Daisy, who mad sat at his side in the
evening as he read, putting the tiniest
stitches into those socks Of his and
telling him every five minutes what
a Joy it was to do it? Daisy had
changed Daisy had met some old
school friends who had filled her mind
with new interests. Now in the morn
ing, when Harvey went to search in
his chiffonier drawer for socks, Daisy
was already in the dining room,
dressed half an hour before he was,
and was calling him impatiently to
come, as Jenny had breakfast all wait
ing. Daisy always seemed to be eager
now to have Harvey leave the apart
ment in the morning, and only few
months ago she had begged him so
tenderly to stay "just minute"
| longer.
Harvey pondered over the change
that had come in Daisy's attitude
toward him She seemed happy
| enough, but clearly something Or
, someone was coming between them.
Harvey half expected that Daisy
| might notice the absence OF the socks,
but when, after a week of the new
| arrangement, she said nothing, he
realized that she didn't even put the
socks in the drawer. Jenny, the faith
full maid of all work probably did that
after she had launGered them.
Harvey sent his office boy to the
Mendery the first time, but the next
| Thursday afternoon he went himself
with the weeks installment Of work.
This time he took more than socks.
[ Buttons were missing and rents need
| ed staying in an increasing number Of
| other garments. And Harvey took
them all. To be sure, the price for
mending the socks seemed rather