The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1919-04-26
The TIE
BY CARRIE L. p. CURTIS.
Copyright. 1918. Western Newspaper Union.

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Don's mother went out YEARLY. to
look over the bloom of the garden, but
the garden, like all things about the
little home, had lost interest since Don
aid went to a If he had not been
such an exceptional son, his mother
might not have missed him so Bit
terly.
Always she had loved her boy with
a selfish love. Fercely she had claim
ed him in her -vidowhood, her own.
Donald's father had died when the lad
vas young but his mother had taken
a silent, almost unconscious vow, thf
the boy must live to care for her, even
as his father would have cared, IL he
had been spared.
The little home became eloquent Of
those things which pleased his moth
er. Donald did not realize that young
women whose Acquaintance he made,
and for whom he entertained at times
a passing interest, were not made well
come in this home OF his endeavor; he
wondered vaguely, why mother found
In each girl some disappointing quail
ity. But he knew that the friendships
grleved her, also he saw that she grew
more frail each day, and that she
found her only JOY in his presence.
He a hidden her good-by, stand
Ing on the vine-shaded porch, where
nasturtiums nodded their bright heads,
and though Don had been CHEEKY and
brave, a shadow lurked In his Eyes, a
shadow which his mother could not
define. Now, he was in France, far
away France, where guns doomed their
warning, where men fought for the
safety Of this beautiful land spread
about her.
Donald's mother sank down upon the
porch. So many years she had devoted
herself jealousy to her son, there had
been no need for other close compan-
ionship. Now she was alone. Tears
made their way through her wrinkled
fingers, she did not hear a light step
on the path at the side. 1t was a girls
voice which reused her.
Il beg your pardon" said the voice.
Il have been directed to you. l am
anxious to spend my summer in the
country, and 1t was thought possible,
that you, being alone. would take me
in"
Il could not care for any ONE
Donald's mother was beginning, when
the girl interrupted eagerly.
"That l would not ask, only that
it might be a mutually beneficial ar
rangement-you taking me into your
home, l helping in every way.
And, because of her heart-aching
loneliness, because her need of hui
man comfort was 81 great, Donald's
mother did, what she never would
have believed herself willing to do,
she took the strange girl into her
home.
AS time passed, she was glad. It
was good to hear footsteps at night
In Don's room, ever though the steps
were so different and light; 1t was
good to see a bright young face op-
posite her W at table. But best
OF all, were the condolences over
Don's pictures, pictures In childish
frocks to the latest In soldiers uni
form. Myra-that was the girls
name-went to the post office each
day, returning with Don's bulky let
tiers. Together they read them.
1t was Myra at last who answered
letters, her firm hand tracing read
lily lines which the trembling fingers
could not master; so that Donald's
letters came to be a composite of
them both.
Donald was reported missing:
killed. 1t was believed, by a German
plane. Her light step dragged as
Myra moved with difficulty I'D the
fower-bordered path. Donald's moth
er IA there on the porch where he
had hidden her good-by. Twice Myra
tried to speak to tell her terrible
news, but that duty was spared her.
The mother looking into the girls
wide eyes read their message and un-
derstood.
Difidently the young woman fol-
lowed the bent form Of the other into
the mouse. H." h murmured, "oh
l suffer with you"
Donald's mother turned in upex-
pected passion.
"What do o know of suffering?'
III cried. you! I love him. l am
his mother"
The girl raised her white tear
stained face. 81" she quietly re-
piled, Jam his wife,"
"WhenT' the mother asked unbe-
lievingly, "could that have hap
penedT
"ln the city," the girl answered.
All life had gone from her voice.
And you knew when you came to
me that l was his mother2"
Don sent me to comfort YOU" she
said.
The mother looked again into the
young face whose sorrow was now