The Dermott news. (Dermott, Ark.) 1910-1977, 1917-01-11
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Sidney could not remember when
her Aunt Harriet had not sat ut the
table 1t was one of her earliest dis
illusionments to learn that Aunt llar-
riet lived with them, not because she
wished To, but because Sidneys father
had borrowed her small patrimony and
she was boarding it out
Eighteen years She had boarded 1t
out" Sidney had been born and
grown to girIhood; the dreamer father
had gone to his grave, with valuable
patents lost for lack of money te re
new them-gone with his faith in him
self destroyed but with his faith in
the world undimiuished-for he left his
wife and daughter without dollar of
life insurance.
Harriet Kennedy had voiced her own
view of the matter, the day after the
funeral, to one of her neighbors.
''He left no insurance. Why should
he bother? H. left me-
To the little widow, her sister, she
had been no less bitter and more ex-
plicit.
1T looks to me, Anna" she said, las
If by borrowing everything | had
George had bought me, body and soul,
for the rest of my natural life. Eli
stay now until Sidney is able TO take
hold Then I'm going to live my own
life. Ii will be IA little late, but the
kennedy's live long time.
The day of Harriet's leaving had
seemed far away to Anna Page. Sid
ney was still her baby. She had given
up her dolls. but she still made clothes
for them out of scraps from Harriet's
sewing room. In the parlance of the
Street. Harriet "sewed"-and sewed
well.
She had taken Anna into business
with her, but the burden of the part
nerShip had always been on Harriet.
To give her credit, she had not com
planned She was past forty by that
time. and her youth had slipped by in
that back room with its ding wall
paper covered with paper patterns.
On the day after the arrival of the
roomer. Harriet Kennedy came down
general-housework girl, waS serving
breakfast. Mrs. Page. who had taken
advantage of Harriet's tardiness to
read the obituary column III the morn
ing paper, dropped it.
But Harriet did not sit down.
"Sidney."
Yes, Aunt Harriet"
sidney, when your father died,
promised to look after both you and
your mother until you We're able to
take care of Yourself That WAS five
years ago. OF course, even before that
| had helped 10 support YOU
"lf you would only have your coffee,
Harriet
Mrs. Page sat with her land on the
handle of the old silvcrplated coffee
pot. Harriet ignored her.
You are young woman now. You
have health and esrgy, aud You have
youth. which haven't. I'm past forty.
In the next twenty years, nj the out
side, I've got not only to support Iay-
self but To save something 10 keep
me after that, if live"
Sidney returned her gaze steadily.
81 see. Well, Aunt Harriet, you're
quite right. You've been saint to
us, but if you want to go away
Harriet" walled Mrs. Page. you're
not thinking
"Please, mother"
Harriet's eyes softened as she looked
at the girl.
I'VE can manage" said Sidney qui-
city. We'll miss you, but it's time
we learned to depend on ourselves
After that, in torrent, came Harri-
cts declaration of independence. And,
mixed with its pathetic tumble of re-
ordinations. hostility to her sisters
dead husband, and resentment for her
lost years. came poor Harriet's hopes
and ambitions. the tragic plea of a
woman who must substitute for the OPP
timism and energy of youth the grim
determination of middle age.
Il can do good work" she finished.
I'm full of ideas, II could get n
chance to work them out. But there 5
no chance here. There isn't woman
ON the Street who knows real clothes
when she sees them
Mrs. Page could not get back of
Harriet's revolt to its cause. To her,
Harriet was not an artist pleading for
her art: she was sister and bread
winner deserving her trust.
I'm sure she said stitily, I'VE paid
you back every cent we borrowed. II
you stayed here after George died, 1t
was because you offered To"
Her chin worked. She fumbled for
the handkerchief ut her belt. But Sid