Tensas gazette., 1916-04-14
:oTAER Side OF The WALL
BY KEITH KENYON.


Miss Witherow had come of one of
those very old southern families 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 difference of opin-
ion about proposition in plane ge-
ometry and you have-or rather Miss
Witherow had. or thought she had
two very good reasons why she should
consider Professor Warrencourt en-
tirely beneath her notice.
In spite of his dignified title, the
professor was not old, not even mid
die 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 him no opportunity
to show it.
He lived in q 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 an
invitation to spend an autumn evening
in the little parlor next door.
November passed, and q 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 a year had
passed since he had had a friendly
word with the pretty teacher.
He was becoming taciturn and in
tolerant with his classes and was be-
ing dubbed q 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 1t 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 be in her own house. She
was puzzled. A baby at the profess
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. 1t was the professor
voice that answered her tremulous
"Hello!"
~H.ta us that you. Miss withsrOw'"
This is Charles Warrencourt, I'm
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? l 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
60. She few 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. Il don't know! Where is
Maggie?"
"Gone!"
"Gone!" In her dismay she almost
dropped the baby. With Maggie away
the situation was impossible. "Oh, i
l can't stay" she started to protest,
and then the baby gave an extra loud
shout. Right then Cora decided to
stay where she was. Something must
be done.
You see," Charles was trying to ex-
plain, 1t 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 a hurry. The mother
was worse, pneumonia or something.
Maggie just dumped the baby into my
bed and said she'd be back soon. |
can't get my doctor, either, he's out,
and l thought Of you. Great guns!"
The baby was shrieking as with
agony.
Maybe it's a pin!" said Cora If
you light the fire in the parlor, I'll in
vestigate." But no pin was found,
and Cora renewed her procession up
and down-Charles keeping frantic
steps at her side.
Suddenly Cora stopped. Have you
fed him?"
Charles looked astonished. Fed
him? MOI"
They eat, you know" suggested
Cora with gentle sarcasm.
That's right! But what? l had a
pup once. but"
Have you any milk"
I'll look" In a minute he returnd
radiant. with quart bottle.
But he can't take 1t out of that" "
Want q spoon?"
I'm afraid not. He's too new:
You'll have to put on coat and rouse
the druggist. Tell him you want q
bottle and nipple for a 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 Jove! Now,
where's the milk?"
Warm on the kitchen stove. Give
me the bottle I've got To wash IL