The Lamar register., 1917-11-07

some way L can't nave Ied'S mother
see such place"
'Why make pretense, daughter? This
is the way we have lived for the last
four years"
Eyes, I know" answered Jane, 'but
1t isn't really our way of living. We
are only waiting until fathers peach
crop is a success. But to an outsider
this place looks as If 1t belonged to
Hill Billy. 1t would class us with
them forever"
doesn't she like you for yourself,
Jane?" asked her mother anxiously.
Eyes, of course, she has been a per-
feet dear ever since Ted and l became
engaged. She made my last week in
college the brightest of all for me-"
"Well, dear, what could we do to
this room?"
"weTl do a lot of things to 1t. In
the first place, / asked Ted to bring
his mother and sister the day father
Is in town to be gone all day. / know
he wouldn't have any sympathy with
the way l feel about this and II will
all be over by the time he gets back"
Mrs. Wilson and her daughter were
sitting early one summer morning in
the only downstairs room in their
house. They had come from Pennsyl-
vania four years before when Nathan
lei Wilson had invested all he had in
a peach orchard In the Ozarks, where
one crop with favorable weather con-
dltions would bring him IA fortune. He
had worked hard to bring his orchard
to a state of perfection, but always
some unfavorable occurrence hindered
the long-looked-for bumper crop.
When his wife had protested against
their going to the farm, because James
education might be hindered, he had
assured her that there was good uni
versity I'm the town few miles away
and that Jane should have every ad-
vantage. He had been able TO keep
his word and Jane, who had just fin
lshed high school in Pennsylvania, en-
tered the college. She was now gradu-
ated and again home for the summer.
She had always been a great help to
her mother when she was home. She
made all the clothes for the family,
put up fruit, cooked, and even helped
her father out of doors. She had
learned many things in college, about
milk and butter, trees and shrubs, all
of which practical knowledge was use
full on the place.
During her last year of college life
love had come knocking at the door Of
her heart in the person Of Ted Somer-
Vile. He belonged TO one of the
wealthy families of the town and his
mother was a social leader. They had
been very happy In their love, and
their joy was complete when Ted's
mother showed instant fondness for
the young girl her son had chosen.
Everything had gone along smoothly
until now, when Jane realized what an
impression her miserable little home
might make on Mrs. Somerville. The
one large room was kitchen, dining
room and living room, while upstairs
were two bedrooms.
The house, with a few pieces of fur
niture, had been on the farm when Mr..
Wilson had bought it. The family had
brought no furniture with them except
a few old heirlooms. They meant to
use the house only until such time as
they had money from the big peach
crop. Everything hinged on that.
Mrs. Wilson, never very strong, had
lost interest In keeping up her house
or her own appearance. and her hus-
band was too busy to notice.
Now here was her daughter stirring
her out Of her usual calm lethargy.
Jane hauled out carpet that had
been packed around one of the pre-
cious pieces of old mahogany and had
since reposed, folded, on the floor of
the closet under the staircase.
"Come," said Jane peremptorlly,
Tets put down this carpet"
"But-Jane, never tackled down II
carpet before!"
"No, but you have seen them after
they were put down. Come, mother
dear. Let's hurry"
After the carpet had been put down
Jane looked around with satisfaction
until her gaze took in the windows.
mo curtains Mother, haven't you
any7"
"Pve never had the heart to make
curtains for room like this" replied
Mrs. Wilson forlornly.
Jane ran to an old chest of drawers,
relic OF better days, and took out
bolt of white material belonging to her
wedding outfit. Now we'll have cur