The sun., 1919-10-19

change All day she is sweet and fer
| less, and she never complains. You
| know what a stalwart New ErCla0der
she is. Your Uncle Cyril's last meeting
with young Cyril is still the talk Of the
| countryside. Yet she says that II the
boy has killed hlmself-or worse-its
a. the Will of the Lord. Edwin. Cyril is N
New York, and you must find that by
/ and keep track OF him and let me know
| so that I can tell her, or she will go
I insane. She adores him he's her life,
Why, why she can still bend TO the VIII
of that unnatural brute. her husband,
Is beyond me. Edwin. l have become
rebel in my old age That Cyril senior
| should be considered respectable man
with his record OF egotism and brutality
| Is beyond me. In my eyes the man Is
criminal Certainly he has killed the
spirit If he has never murdered tae
body. Your Aunt Evelyn considers il
| her duty 10 be loyal to her husband, 70
stand by his decisions. TO say nothing.
| II II had not been for that sense OF duty
l think she would have never blinded
! herself so that she could not critiCise
him. 1t seems that his alteration OF the
boys father has bred in him this hatred
OF the boy himself He sees in the boy
! nothing but the boys understanding
! but her shlftlessness. her sordidness.
! her ignorant careless gayety, her ugly
! tiippant commences that goaded him
| through her life and her husbands. How
strange 1t seems that the years have
taken that pretty, common little MIL
worker and her husband. and have left
the old people and the boy to fight
out the old battle as best they may!
A bad Marriage and Its Aftermath
How we'll I remember the boys
father. and the fierce proud way he cher
ished that impudent baggage from tho
/ mills. He adored her, he pitied her. and
when he found he had given his soul to
scheming, deceltful, shallow baby he
| never filnched. He was like your Aunt
! Evelyn in that.
He died, you know. of tuberculosis
several years ago. Then the war came
that you must find. He went leaving
his mother working In the mills again,
very sick ana very poor.
'She hadn't behaved very creditahN
ITS true, and she wasn't above schom-
ing to get your Uncle Cyrils sympathy
| together with a little cash. But sae
! had nothing 10 carry her through the
| trials Of life, not even strength OF char
acter. 1t wouldn't have hurt your Uncle
Cyril to be a little lenient.
AT any rate the young soldier son
N~AiAN Ss'NN AOSNAib lOl Ale ll4DNf'~'f
she was dead.
Your Uncle Cyril met him in no
street. There were terrible things said.
| The villagers spread them broadcast, ana
some of the things one hears about the
meeting are very dreadful Insults to mo
boys mother. And then your Uncle
Cyril said that not even q soldiers uni.
! form could give dignity 20 the son OF
such a mother, and he struck young
! Cyril with his cane.
For some reason the boy stood l'ks
stone, without retaliatinR And ne
went to his mothers tiny house by the
mills and stayed in il alone foy many
days. Your Aunt Evelyn went and
| found him there
He was so helplessiy morbid that no
| frightened her. And he was so like his
| father in his pride and restraint uat
/ she adored him. She begged him TO tel!
| her what he was going TO do. And 10
please her he sent her from New York
the address that I enclose.
To Be Continued