The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1918-05-11
letter IN THE
MORNING MAIL
How Mrs. Lane Finally Realized
That Thousands Of Other
Mothers Sons Arc at War
Scared Battle Front.
BY MAMMALIAN FosTeR
OF the vlollantsa

bAutuCunuNSo NC0Cn VI tn0k ! kIO" y
leaves nothing. and there 10 also ne
well known biological theorem that
you cannot get blood from q turnip.
1t 10 also assumed, Sir Isaac Newton
having demonstrated the law, that
what goes up 10 bound to come down,
but this 70 only abstract Mira Lane
probably would have denied II
The nat rent previously $1,000 q
year. now was q, 400, and Il showed no
signs whatever Of coming down. The
same condition applied also to her
chlldren's shoeA The shoes now cost
-, whereas they formerly had cost a.
But this was merely detail. A simi.
lar phenomenon occurred - to beef.
steaks. potatoes. butter. nsh and the
81 other varieties Of domestic essen.
tinls. All had gone up: none had
come down. About the only thing sta.
BILE In Mrs. Lanes cosmos was Mr..
Lanes yearly income This was $1,000
year. Already MrA Lane had given
up one maid. The war literally was at
her door. True, Mrs. Lane had no son,
no brother-no kin Of any kind--in the
war. but the war still was at ner door.
Hard to Make Ends Meet
| Give money for the war; What do
you think she was doing. anyway
She was giving every cent she had,
trying to make both ends meet In her
household. It hurt, though. Mira
Lane was a kindly, warm hearted wo-
man, and she would have liked to give
The war was DREADFUL II was 30
dreadful she'd stopped reading about II.
But one must read letters. One
must do that when friend takes the
trouble to write them.
The letter came In the morning mail.
Mrs. Lane read It. then she read Il
again. Afterward she sat there alb.
sorbed, silent, rigid The color had crept
Cub Of her face, and her breath came
swiftly from between her parted lIpa
" Asvs jwst come back from tAs
coStcex." u redd. "Swck on otter.
w0Oni tratwlood Of seriously
so0vwded 10 be fed at once, schtcA
q trying. 90 one hss 10 climb isto
all tAe corrjd0cs, oms after ths otA.
er. We begin sottk tAs mon UAo
esv sccU enough 10 ~ W and han.
| de thetr Cwps. and those soho are
+, too ~ evsw to VT tAetv Asads, Of
course, VOC haUe to W. and feed
ovrselves. Feeding the ones soitA
bed face scowmds ore tks Aardest.
1 ! Con stowd ovdiHarv soovwds Of
blood, bet WAeN xsaS ovgkt %
-A0ve Q nose and wsowtA end az 10
Aes ts-S0Al-it tokes az vovs
oovroSs to Get through feeding.
i ] ~soHosed to oct hen ptst Of
MstIk end beaten e0e end como
brGwdv doom the tAroet Of . BOY Of
tscswtv scAo Nod no Ss0vtA tsft, oS1
! AaI 70 clsem Y bstsoesa evsvy
Ns0wtAfWl Hs ASS As6 10 food foe
fftssw Aewsv eMI scos % '1Airse0
tAst 10 vac ssarJv tssoss. I As36
~ Aesd soatWst NJ. saS ! esaps6
IN tie time. bwt jwst kspt tAiwh.
~. '6seposs u wee nv 10y scAe
sse6e6 . 6rtNk end tAesN sess 10
one 10 StUs u 10 hjsA' 20 I vent
tArowgA pitA u, end 10 finally sceat
% stesy. on, NsrtAo, NsrtAs LdSs.
~ assd evsvythtMe-au vov eSS
~ rect ceM ssWtw
u lawrsnes Had Gene - war.
One O'Clock struck. Mrs.. Lane still
sat With the letter clutchsd In heI
hand. 'What's for dlnnerr' asked Han
nah, the maid MIRA Lane hardly heard
her. She was still sitting there when
Olivia fioundered In. Olivia was four
teen. the conscious aga Mother" che
said fretfully. u can't 60 to dancing
i ~cS.rnl ~w~0c a. h.cvrn ~l~vn~ -h>~ III
the other girls have white ones." Tho
plant reminded Mrs.. Lane that Law
renee at boarding school had written
that morning about his socka He had
only two pairs OF silk ones left "And
mother" said Olivia. continuing- But
what Olivia said Nra. Lana didn't hear
She had dropped her head on the table
and unaccouutably was weeping. .Jusi
suppose Il was my boy-minel" che
was sobbins.
! "Why, mother !" calculated Olivia.
She hurried toward her mothe.
~What 10 II, mothsri You're acting jusl
q though Lawrence had gone 10 war r
ArsL Lane looked up. the tear
streaking down her face.
/ "Thats just what 10 the matter with
mel I should be acting q II Lawrsncl
were there. And 20 should you'll q
Willie were like these. the boys there.
she pointed to the letter that had slip
ped from her lap to the floor-~if b
were. like them. In need, dying. want
Ing eggs, milk. brandy. to keep him
alive. would you be buying white
glovesf And would we think what Other
people wear or how they live or wheth'
er we had only one servant nowf II my
boy was over there. II my son were"
But other women's sons are over
there. Mrs. Lane had at last realized
this. The tears were rolling down hss
cheekA