The Washington herald., 1916-02-14

fact, a bit of tea and a pound OF sugar,
tobacco for his pipe and of an on a
pot Of orange marmalade or jam. You
never see a feller have such a sweet
tooth as that man of mine"
THE negroes in the South say II you
want a good husband marry a man who
likes candy l said
They must be wise, them blacks" said
Grizel, for no man what loves sweets
cares too much for his beer. ! ave got
a good 'usband. An he's a good father,
too. Every night l say to the baby, DO
you love daddyT" An she wags her
bonny head and says Yes An then 1
tell her to say, Goodnight mummy and
goodnight daddy an l show her his
picture on the wall an she pints her dear
little finger at 1t and then cuddles up to
me. l don't know how it is, this child is
the one OF my children love the best.
I've got three. 1t amt BECAUSE she's bin
sick. / lost baby after her. She never
was mean or Jealous of him, an the day
he was took away in his blue and white
coffin-it was white cloth with pipings
Of blue round the edge-she KEEP on ars-
kin Where's biby? Where's biby?' an
her father certainly does set store by
her. I've got his picture took with her
on his knee. I'll bring it tomorrow morn
in for you to see when l make your fire
I'm victim your Goals now to make
EN- last" and she emptled a bottle of
water In my coal scuttle. II do this be-
cause I'm off duty early this afternoon.
I'm goin' to pay the last two and six
owe on ring l sent my husband. The
woman who looks after my children
when I'm away-though | must say
Johnny's good. he's nine,-said to me- an
1t faint none OF her business, either
It's foolishness for you, an old married
woman, to give your husband a gold
ring I amt but twenty -eight-me an
my husband was a couple OF kids when
we got married. was eighteen an he
was twenty, an ever since thcn-rIght
through havin' six children-I always
wanted to give Billy a gold ring with
'Mizpah' on it. An now I've done It.
amt sorry. With him in the trenches
God be between me and thee II means
Is what 1 feel. an somehow Bill seems
safer with that on his finger. My word
he was pleased when he got 1t. He sat
Gown and wrote me long letter. the
longest he's ever wrote. He amt much
of a writer an he amt much of a taIK-,
What he likes best is fghtin'. I'm
sending him a clean shirt this week. A
lad on leave come fur 1t yesterday.
wasn't home. and he's comm back again
tonight. I'll have 1t ready"
You are a cheerful soldiers wife"
said How do you manage it. Grizel?"
Me, mum? On, Bits comm back.
He's one OF the lucky ones. Big an
tall as he is. the Germans won't hit
him. He'll dodge. He's as quick as
a wink. l never think of any other
way" she said with a momentary
anxious look in her merry eyes. And,
oh, how sincerely I hope that Bill may
escape the bullets and come back safe
and sound to his plucky wife and
waiting children.
I thought to be plucky myself in a
small matter. but 1t didn't WORN.
There are a number of ladies who do
without fires in their bedrooms in this
small hotel They say they sleep bes-
ter in a cold room. l decided to fol-
low their spartan example, particular
ly as Goals are shilling a scuttle. A
fire each day means seven shillings a
week. nearly two pounds a month. In
two months it would buy a necessary
spring costume. And there was be-
fore me the very illustrious example
of Lady Dorothy Nevill. a well-known
little great lady in London. a descend
ant of the great Walpole and a 6augh-
ter of Lord Oxford, who once told me
that in the whole long life-and she
lived, in her own expressive words,
from the day of the post chaise into
that of the motor car''-she had never
had fire in her bedroom. So why