The Little River news., 1916-06-03
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OTHER SIDE OF THE WALL.
By KEITH KENYON.


Cllooc very Olu southern tamlIleS re- duced by the war, and it was natural for her to look down upon anybody born north of the Mason and Dixon line. Add to that a difference of opin- ion about a proposition in plane ge- onetry and you have-or rather Miss Nltierow had. or thought she had two very good reasons why she should consider Professor WarrencGurt en- tirely beneath her notice.
 In spite of his dignified title, the professor was not old, not even mid dle aged, and he was very good look ing. Also, he was very much in love with Miss Witherow, in spite of the fact that she gave hini no opportunity to show it.
 He lived in quiet little brick house. Right next door, in another tin soldier house, lived Cora Witherow.
 Charles had never been inside of Cora's house, much as he coveted all invitation to spend an autumn evening ill the little parlor next door.
 November passed, and a wonderful snowy December January had not improved conditions, and finally Feb ruary first stared at Charles from his desk calendar one morning and he realized that a third of year had passed since he had had friendly word with the pretty teacher
 He was becoming taciturn and in- tolerant with his classes and was be- ing dubbed a crank.
 Cora Witherow carried her head higher than ever and went her way But one night her head ached and she went to bed wretched. Finally she fell asleep. In the night she woke up. Somewhere near a baby was crying, and as masculine voice was singing Solomon Levi'' as hard as it could.
 She listened. Never before had she known that the partition between the two houses was so thin, for the crying and singing were right on the other side of the wall and distinct enough to he in her own house. She was puzzled A baby at the profes- sor's. What did that mean?
 Then the singing stopped, but the yelling continued All at once her tele- phone rang downstairs. She slipped out of bed, threw on a kimono and went down. It was the professor voice that answered her tremulous "Hello.'
 Is that you, Miss Witherow?"
 "Yes.''
 This is Charles Warrencourt, Tim in trouble. Do you think you could come over?"
 "Why-I don't know, professor. What is the matter?"
 Cant you hear? Don't you hear that baby yelling upstairs? think it's dying. For heavens sake do come quick"
 A baby! And he said dying. There was only one thing for it-she must go. She flew to her room and got into some clothes and in an incredibly short time was in the house next door. Charles, in dressing gown and slip pers, came downstairs with his screaming burden, and dumped it into Cora's arms with a sob of relief. For heavens sake, what's wrong with it?'
 Cora gathered the little mite up close to her breast and started to walk. q don't know! Where is Maggie?"
 "Gone!"
 You see," Charles was trying to eX- plain, it belongs to Maggie's niece, who's sick. Maggie brought it here yesterday to keep it for a day or two. and at midnight they telephoned for her to come in hurry. The mother was worse, pneumonia or something. Maggie just dumped the baby into my bed and said she'd be back soon. 1 cant get my doctor, either, he's out, and 1 thought of you. Great guns."
 The baby was shrieking as with agony.
 Maybe it's pin," said Cora If you light the fire in the rarlor, I'll in- vestigate.' But no pin was found, and Cora renewed her procession up and down-Charies keeping frantic steps at her side.
 Suddenly Cora stopped. Have you fed him?"
 Charles looked astonished Fed him? No!"
 They eat, you know, suggested Cora with gentle sarcasm.
 That's right! But what? I had pup once but
 Have you any milk"
 I'll look" In minute he returnd radiant, with a quart bottle.
 But he cant take it out of that"
 Want a spoon?'
 I'm afraid not. Hes too new; You'll have to put on coat and rouse the druggist. Tell him you want bottle and nipple for baby"
 Charles obeyed orders meekly and in ten minutes waved the object of his quest triumphantly before Cora's eyes. I've got 'em, by love! Now. where's the milk?"
 Warm on the kitchen stove. Give me the bottle. I've got to wash it. You take the baby minute. He can veil can't he?"