The Dermott news., 1917-03-08

l iuotiieI S Dtu duu SeltlHS II Iehuy opened windows. brought order and quiet. And then. with death in her eyes. she took up her position beside her mother This was no time for weeping that would come later. Once she turned to K. standing watchfully l beside her.
 "I think you have known this for long time" she said. And. when he did not answer: "Why did you let me stay away from her? It would have been such little timc,''
 ''We were trying to do our best for 1 both of you" he replied.
 Anna was unconscious and sinking fast. One thought obscssed Sidney. She repeated 1t over and over. It came as cry from the depths of the girls new experience.
 'Shc has had so little of life" she said. over and over. "So little, Just this Street She never knew anything else"
 And finally K. took It up.
 After all. sidney" he said. ''the Street is life; the world Is only many streets. She had great deal. She had love and content. and she had you"
 Anna died little after midnight. a quiet passing. so that only Sidney and the two men knew when she went away. It was Harriet who collapsed. During all that long evening she had sat looking back over years of small unkindnesSes. The thorn of Anna in efficiency had always ranked in her flesh. She had been hard. uncompro- missing, thwarted. And now IL was for ever too late.
 K. had watched Sidney carefully. once he thought she was fainting. and went to her. But she shook her head.
 "I nm all right Do you think you could get them all out of the room and let me hnve her alone for just few minutcsi"
 He cleared the room and took his vigil outside the door. And. as he stood there he thought of what he had 1 said to Sidney about the Street. It was Il world of it's own. Here in this very house were death and separation; Har- riet's starved life; Christine and Palmer beginning long and doubtful future together; himself. a failure. and an impostor.
 When he opened the door again. Sid ney was standing by her mothers bed. He went to her. and she turned and put her head against his shoulder like a tired child.
 Take me away, k.," she said piti- fully.
 And. with his arm around her, he led her out of the room.
 
 Outside of her small immediate circle Anna's death was hardly felt. The little house went on much as be- fore. Ihrrict carried back to her busi- ness n heaviness of spirit that made it difficult to bear with the small irrita- tions of her day. On Sidney-and in less measure, of course. on k.-fell the real brunt of the disaster. Sidney kept up well until after the funeral. but went down the next day with Il low fever.
 "Overwork and grief" Doctor Ed said. and sternly forbade the hospital again until Christmas. Morning and evening K. stopped Ut her door and inquired for her. and morning and eve ming came Sidney's reply:
 Much better. I'll surely be up to- morrow"
 But the days dragged on and she did not get about.
 | Downstairs, Christine and Palmer had entered on the round of midwinter gayetles Palmer's "erowd" was lively one. There were dinners and dances, weekend excursions to coun- toned to seeing automobiles stop be foyf the little house at all hours of the night Johnny RosSnfeld. driving Pnlmer's car took to falling asleep at the wheel fin broad daylloh, Il voiced l his discoutent to his mother.
 You never know where you are with them guys" he said briefly. "Wf start out for half an hours run in the eve ming, and get home With the milk wag- ons. And the more some of them have had te drink, the more they want to drive the machine. If get chance. Pm going to beat 1t while the winds my way"
 But. talk as he might. in Johnny Rosenfelds' loyal heart there no thought of desertion. Pe' en him mans doh
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