Bryan daily eagle and pilot. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1909-1918, 1916-11-14

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OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
Copyright, by Mcclure Publications.. Inc.)
N. ne moyne, VINO was living his
own tragedy those days, what with
poverty and other things, swore u quiet
oath to be no further weight on the
girls buoyant spirit. He had no in
tention Of letting the Street encroach
on him. He had built up a wall be-
tween himself and the rest OF the
world, and he would not scale It. But
he held no grudge against it Let 9TH
ers get what they could out of living.
Sidney, suddenly practical, broke in
on his thoughts:
"Where are you going to get your
mealsT'
~ hadn't thought about 1t. l can
stop In somewhere on my way down.
town. work in the gas offlce-I don't
believe I told you"
'It's very bad for you" said Sidney,
with decision. ut leads ITO slovenly
habits, such as going without when
you're In a hurry, and that sort Of
thing. The only thing is to have some
one expecting you at certain time"
1T sounds like marriage He was
lazily amused.
ut sounds like Mrs. McKee's board
Ing house at the corner. Twenty-one
meals for five dollars, and your ticket
is good until 1t is punched. But Mrs.
Mckee doesn't like 1t If you miss"
"A,rs. Mckee for me-" said lie Moyne,
II dare say I'll be fairly regular to my
meals"
It was growing late. The Street,
which mistrusted night air, even on
q hot summer evening, was closing Its
windows. BY shifting his position, the
man was able to see the girls face.
Very lovely 1t was, he thought. Very
pure, almost radiant-and young.
From the middle age Of his almost
thirty years, she was a child. There
had been n boy in the shadows when
he came up the Street. OF course there
would be bOy-a nice, clear-eyed
chap
Sidney was looking at the moon.
With that dreamer's part of her that
she had inherited from her dead and
gone father, she was quietly worship
Ing the night. But her busy brain
was working, too-the practical brain
that she had got from her mothers
side.
"What about your washingi' she in
quired Unexpectedly. II suppose you've
been sending things to the laundry,
nnd-what do you do about your stock
ingsT
BUY cheap ones and throw 'em away
when they're worn out" There seemed
TO be no reserves with this surprising
young person.
"And buttonsi"
"Use safety pins. When they're
closed one can button over them as
well as"
81 think" said Sidney, that 1t is
quite time someone took little care
of you. II you will give Katie, our
maid, twenty-five cents week, she'll
do your washing and not tear your
things to ribbons. And I'll mend
them"
Sheer stupefaction was X. lie
Moyne's. After a moment:
you're really rather wonderful, Miss
Page. Here am |. lodged, fed, washed,
ironed and mended for seven dollars
and seventy-hve cents n week.
81 hope" said Sidney severely, that
you'll put what you save In the bank.
lie was still somewhat dazed when
he went up the narrow staircase "a
his swept and garnished room. Never
In all of a life that had been active
until recently-had he been so con
scious OF fricndlIness and kindly inter
est. lie expanded under II. Some Of
the tired lines left his face.
"New underwear for yours tomor
row, X. lie Moyne," he said to himself
us he unknotted his cravat. "New un
dcrwear, and something besides X. fo
u first name"
He pondcred over that fo- time
taking or his shoes slowly and think
Ing hard. Kenneth, King, Kerr
None OF them appealed to him. And
after all, what did II matter? Tn
old heaylness came over him.
Sidney did not sleep much that night
She lay awake, gazing into the scente,
darkness, her arms under her heat
Love had come Into her life at last. I
man-only Joe, Of course, but 1t wa
not the boy himself, but what he stoo
for. that thrilled her-had asked he
to be his wife.
The desire TO be loved There wa
coming to Sidney time when Low
would mean, not receiving but giving
the divine fire instead OF the pale fam
of youth. At last she slept.
A night breeze came through the viii
dows and spread GOODNESS Though III
little house. The allanthus tire
waved In the moonlight and set
sprawllng shadows over the wall ,
X. lie Moyne's bedroom. In the var
the leaves of the morning glory vine
qulycred as II under the touch OF
friendly hand.
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