The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-03-06
OTHER SIDE OF THE WALL:
BY KEITH KENYON.

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Miss Witherow had come of one O
those very old southern families re
duced by the war, and it was natura
for her to look down upon anybody
born north Of the Mason and DixoI
line Add to that difference of opin
ion about a proposition in plane &c
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 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 third Of a year had
passed since he had had q 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 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 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 professors
voice that answered her tremulous
"Hello!"
rs that you, Miss Witherow?"
Yes
This is Charles Warrencourt, I'm
in trouble. Do you think you could
come over?"
WHY don't know, professor.
What is the natter"
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
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
Coras arms with a sob of relief. For
heavens sake, what's wrong with it o.
Cora gathered the little mite III
close to her breast and started to
walk. Il don't know, Where is
Maggie?"
"Gone!"
you see," Charles was trying to ex
plain, 1T belongs 10 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 PIN" said Cora III
you light the fire in the parlor, I'll in
vostigate." But no pin was found
and Cora renewed her procession VI
and down-Charles keeping frantic
steps at her side.
Suddenly Cora stopped. Have 70,
fed him.
Charles looked astonished. Fec
him? Mo-"
They eat. you know" suggeste,
Cora with gentle sarcasm.
That's right But what? had
pup once, but"
Have you any MIKE"
III ,cok.' In a Liilute he return,
radiant, with u quart l,tae.
But he can't take it out CT that
Want sHoon?"
I'm afraid not. Hos too new
You'll have to put on a coat and rous
the druggist Tell him you want
bottle and nipple for baby"
Charles obeyed orders meekly an
in ten minutes waved the object G
his quest triumphantly before Cora
eyes. I've got en-, by Jove, Nov
where's the milk"
Warm on the kitchen stove. Civ
me the bottle. I've got to wash i
You take the baby a minute. He ca
yell, can't he?"
At last, with gurgles of delight, tn
baby closed his little red lips aroun
the soft, warm rubber, and Charlie
| troubles were at an end.
He'll do now" said Cora, wearil
putting her hand to her head. II
go if you don't need me any longer
But | do need you!' 1t was o,