The Dermott news. (Dermott, Ark.) 1910-1977, 1917-01-04

considered, was depending on an en-
tirely problematical going away. Moth
ing, that early summer night, seemed
more unlikely than that Sidney would
ever be free to live her own life. The
Street. stretching away to the north
and to the south in two lines of houses
that seemed to meet in the distance,
hcmmed her in. She had been born in
the little brick house. and, rs she was
of it. so 1t was of her. Her hands had
smoothed and painted the pine floors:
her hands had put up the Irvine on
which the morning glories in the yard
covered the fences, had, indeed, with
what agonies of Stacking lime and add
ing blueing. whitewashed the fence it
self,
.Shc's capable" Aunt Harriet had
grumblinGly admitted. watching from
her sewing machine Sidney's strong
young arms at this humble spring task.
"She's wonderful :" her mother had
said, as she bent over her handwork.
She was not strong enough to run the
sewing machine.
So Joe Drummond stood on the pave
ment and saw his dream of taking
Sidney in his arms fade into an indeti
mite futurity.
I'm not going to give you up" he
said doggedly. When you come back,
Ill be waiting"
The shock being over. and things
only postponed, he dramatzed his grief
J.; l., In,
his pockets aud scowled down the
street. Sidney smiled up ut him.
Good night. joe"
Good night. l say, Sidney. it's
more than half an engagement. Won't
you kiss me good-night?'
She hesitated. flushed and palpitat
ing. Perhaps. after all, her first kiss
would have gone without her heart
gone out of sheer pity. But tall fig
ure doomed out of the shadows and
approached with quick strides.
The roomer.' cried Sidney, and
backed away.
"D-n the roomer!"
The roomer advanced steadily.
When he reached the doorstep, Sidney
WAS demurely seated and quite alone.
The roomer looked very warm. He
carried II suitcase. which WAS as il
should be. The men of the Street al
Ways carried their own luggage. except
the younger Wilson across the way.
His tastes We're known To be luxurious
Hot. isn't it," Sidney inquired
after formal greeting. She indicated
the place on the step just vacated by
Joe. You'd better cool off out here.
The house is like an oven. | think
should have warned you of that before
you took the room. These little houses
with low roofs are fearfully hot.
The new roomer hesitated. He did
not>care To establish any relations with
the people in the house. Long eve
ningS in which To read, quiet nights In
which To sleep and forset-these were
the things he had come for
Eut Sidney had moved over and was
smiling up at him. He folded up awk-
wardly on the low step. He seemed
much too big for the house. Sidney
had panicky thought of the little
room upstairs.
Il don't mind heat. IL suppose
don't think about H." said the roomer,
rather surprised at himself.
I'm afraid you'll be sorry you took
the ROOM
The roomer smiled In the shadow.
I'm beginning to think that you are
sorry"
His quick mind grasped the fact that
il was the girls bedroom he had taken.
Other things he had gathered that aft
ernaon from the humming of sewing
machine. from Sidney'S busnesslke
way of renting the little room, from
the glimpse of woman in sunny
window. bent over needle. Genteel
poverty was what 1t meant and more
the constant drain of diSheartened,
middle-aged women on the youth and
courage of the girl beside him.
X. lie Moyne. who was living his
own tragedy those days, what with
poverty and other things, swore quiet
oath IL be no further weight on the
girls buoyant spirit. He had no in
tentlon of letting the Street encroach
on him. He had built up wall be-
tween himself and the rest of the
world, and he would not scale 1t. But
he held no grudge against II. 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
meals2'
Il hadn't thought about IL. l can
stop in somewhere on my way down
town. | work In the gas otfice-I don't
believe | told you
Its very bad for you" said Sidney,
with decision. at leads To slovenly
habits, such as going without when
you're in a htrry, and that sort of
thing. The only thing is to have some
one expecting you Mt certain time"
1T sounds like marriage" He was
lazily amused.
lit sounds like Mrs. Mckee's board
ing house at the corner. Twenty-one