The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1917-02-01


opened windows, brought order on,
quiet. And then, with death In he
! eyes, she took up her position beside
! her lhother. This was no time fol
weeping; that would come later. One,
she turned to X, standing wntchfull,
beside her.
Il think you have known this fol
Il long time" she said. And, when he
did not answer: "Why did you let me
stay away from her? 1t would have
bern such little timc!"
| we were trying to do our best for
h"th OF YOU" he replied
! Anna was unconscious and sinking
FAST. One thought obscsscd Sidney.
SHE repeated it over ana over 1t came
as cry from the depths of the girls
new experience.
she has had so little Of life" she
said, over and over. 80 little! Just
This Street. She never knew anything
else"
And finally X. took it up.
After all, Sidney" he said, "the
street is life; the world is only many
streets. She had IL great deal She
h'tu love and content. and she had
YOU"
Anna died a little after midnight, @
quiet passing, SO that only Sidney and
the two men knc'v when she went
away. 1t was Harriet who collapsed
During Ill that long evening she hat
, sat looking back over years of small
nnklndncsses. The thorn Of Annals in
} efficiency had always ranked in he
) il"Sh. She had been hard. uncompro
missing, thwartcd. And now it was for
: ever too late.
| Is. had watched Sidney careful,
f once he thought She was funting, an
went 10 her. But she shook her hcuC
II am all right. Do you think yO
, could get them all out Of the roOr
and let me have her alone for Just
few minutcs?"
He cleared the room and took hi
vigil outside the door. And, as h
stood there, he thought Of what he hat
said to Sidney about the Street. 1t wa
Il world Of its own. Here in this YER,
house were death and separation; IIar
ricts starved life; Christine ant
Palmer beginning II long and doubtful
future together himself n failure, ant
an impostor.
When he opened the door again. Sid
ncy was standing b." her mothers bed
lie went to her, and she turned ant
put her head against his shoulder lik,
Il tired child.
Take me away. H." she said pitt
fully.
And. with his arm around her, he lie,
hpr 0lIt nf thn room
|
Outside Of her small immediate
circle Annals death was hardly felt
The little house went on much as be
fore. Harriet carried back to her bust
ness hcnviness Of spirit that made |
difficult to bear with the small lrrita
tions OF her day. On Sidney-and II
less measure. OF course. on K.--fell tn
real brunt of the disaster. Sidney KEEP
up we'll until after the funeral, bu
went down the next day with low
fever.
"Overwork and grief" Doctor E'
said, and sternly forbade the hospitn
again until Christmas. Morning an'
evening X. stopped ut her door ant
inquired for her, and morning and eve
ning came Sidney's reply:
"Much better. I'll surely be up to
morrow"
But the days dragged on and she di,
not get about.
Downstairs, Christine and Paine
had entered on the round Of midwinte
gayetles. Palmer's "croWd" was
lively one. There were dinners ant
dances, weekend exc lrsions to coun
try houses. The Street grew accus
toned to seeing automobiles stop be
; fore the little house ut all hours of tn
night. Johnny RosGnfeld, drivinl
Palmers car took to falling asleep n
the wheel in broad daylight, and voiced
his discomfort to his mother.
you never know where you are will
them guys" he said briefly. "We star
out for half an hours run In the eve
ming, and get home with the milk wag
ons. And the more some Of them hav
had to drink, the more they want t
drive the machine. If 1 get chance
) I'm going to beat it while the wind
my way"
But, talk as he might. in Johnn,
Rosenfelds' loyal heart there was m
l thought Of desertion. Palmer had Civ
en- him mans job, and he would sticl
by 1t, no matter what came.
81 One such night Christine put IL