The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1919-08-14
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BY NELLIE A. FAIRBANKS.

Jean Dickerman pressed her prett,
PINK chin deep into the palm of bel
hand, as she watched the small white
snowfiakes whirl around, then land liz
little piles outside the window.
How l hate this old, lonely farm.
mouse with its rickety old roof" and
Jean shivered as the low moan Of the
wind broke the stiffness.
Just because Toms father left him
this old rattle-trap is no reason why !
should spend my life here"
Living in the old, lonely farmhouse
had been the bone of contention be-
tween Jean and Tom ever since .he had
brought her there bride one year be-
fore and while Tom could see nothing
but beauty in the place that had al
ways been home to him, Jeans heart
ached for cozy little apartment in
the city.
The sound of heavy footsteps told
Jean her big, good-natured husband
was approaching, and she realized it
was supper time. Leaving the win
dow, Jean started for the kitchen to
be greeted by her husband with the
words: well, grille, l guess we are
In for big snowstorm." Jean did not
reply, but prepared the supper in
gloomy silence.
After the supper dishes were
washed and put away Tom put some
logs in the fireplace and drawing an
armchair close to the fire he gently
pushed Jean into 1t, and seating him.
self on the arm they watched the
burning logs In silence. Suddenly
Jean spoke: II think 1 will run up to
the city tomorrow, Tom, and see
mother for a few weeks. 1t doesn't
seem as though I could stand this
place any longer" "All right, Jeanne;
perhaps the change will do you good"
Tom said good-naturedly. But as the
light from the cracking logs fell upon
his face Jean could not help but see
the panied expression. Nevertheless
she had made up her mind to go and
could stop her. She just
the city; and the next morning, al
though 1t sGowed hard, found her on
her way.
The train was four hours late, and
when Jean arrived at her mothers
coy four-room apartment she was
tired and cross. Somehow her
thoughts kept turning back to Tom as
she saw him last, standing by the win
dow, smiling and waving until she was
out of sight.
The evening hours dragged slowly |
BY, and as the steam pipes sizzled |
Jean found herself comparing the |
Kissing noise to the soft cracking of |
the logs at home.
At ten o'clock she went to her old |
room, and after she had prepared to |
-etire. turned off her light, and raising |
he curtain she gazed, as she had the
hight before, at the white flakes pill
ng up on the roofs beyond. and as
The watched she pictured Tom. sitting
~ the log fire. The wind blew the
vet flakes against her window and
can hated the sound. She looked at
he clock on the tower across the way.
t was now IL 80. Just ten hours be-
ore the next train homei Home, how
strangely sweet the word sounded.
Then an awful fear seized Jean. What
{ the snow continued and the trains
would be unable to run? Her fears
we're realized, for when she awoke the
ext morning the snow was still COM
ng steadily down. Mother and father
leaded with her to stey, but nine
clock found her on hor way to the
tation.
The train was stalled for hours at
ifferent places, and it was not until
Inc o'clock that night that Jean
cached the little country station, and
s no carryall put In its appearance
he started afoot to the farmhouse.
The big drifts in places were nearly
her waist, and If 1t were not for
he bright light in the low farmhouse
'indow ahead Jean would have lost