The Monticellonian., 1919-12-12

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silent But when the curtain fell at
last her little form was trembling
with fearful joy, and she chung &c
statieally to her father
Nov We are going round to Nam
mas dressing room, said her father,
and before Eunice knew where she
was she had passed through the tun-
mel again. and through a second tun-
mel. longer and gloomier, into queer
little room. in which her mother sat
before a mirror Her shining dress
lay over a chair. and she was deadly
tired. and her face was all red and
white and streaky Eunice looked at
her and her heart was full of helpless
misery. She burst into sudden se6s
The child's tired to death, Jack,
said Hilda Groves petulantly She
ought to have been in bed long ago.
What made you bring her here?a
Eunice behaved uneommonly badly.
She cried and cried and the more
her mother scolded her the more un.
controlIable became her sobs. So that
at last she had to be carried out in
the arms of the dressing woman and
put into taxicab, with a very cross
mother and a very subdued father.
and after that she found herself in
bed
1t must have been all a dream!
Eunice was old enough to be able
to distinguish dreams from reality.
Dreams were things that happened TO
you when you were asleep, and she
had been asleep; but she was wide
awake now, wondering Why it was so
dark in the room, and looking through
the crack of the door at the streak OF
light that came from the room adj
joining.
Her parents were talking; she
heard her mothers petulant voice.
I'm sure | don't know what We
will do with that child when she gets
older John" Hilda Groves was say
ing "Of course the profession is not
to be thought of for her"
But if take that position on the
Manhattanite We can have home of
our own" answered her father.
And have me give up my work
just when l am beginning to attract
the attention of the managers, an
swered his wife sarcastically. After
ten years of drudgery. to be robbed
of the reward of it all No. thank
you. my dear"
But l, too, will have to make the
sacrifice" answered her husband.
Frankly, Hilda. am not thinking of
you in this matter, nor of myself.
l am thinking of Eunice."
"Eunice," repeated his wife bitter
ly. The child is quite happy with
her dolls, and Mrs. Holmes will take
all the care of her that may be nee
essary. 1t is only when you take her
away from them and try to amuse
her that she becomes troublesome.
sometimes wish we had no child
to be a burden to US.
Euniee understood, and all her
world seemed to tumble into fathom-
less abyss Her mother did not want
her, then.
John Groves accepted the offer. but
Hilda went on with her work. Be
tween them they could live comfort
ably and save money, but there could
be no home for Eunice. If Hilda left
the stage their means would be strait
eGed. The disagreement between
them on this subject bred rancor
which brought suffering to the child.
Eunice's mother could hardly bear to
look at her, and Mrs. Holmes became
more and more indignant.
"Ill wager there1l be no Santa
Claus for you. my lamb" she said
despondently. as she put the child to
bed two days before Christmas. But
YOU II udIS up SOuA 6tO1h4ilSSI SAt
continued angrily, giving the pillow a
shake I'M I'll EN-. mean, I'll tell
Santa to do so Tell me, dearie, what
would you like Santa Claus to bring
you"
"Thanta clauth." repeated Eunice.
and her eyes frightened Gives
everybody everything they want"
Yes" said Mrs. Holmes Good
little boys and girls like you can get
most anything What would YOU like
most in the world. dearie? ?"
4 want my Mamma TO love me
like the fairy children" Eunlce an
swered
Mrs. Holmes understood and hur
rled out OF the room to give vent to
her tears She approached Hilda
Groves that evening on tie matter
Wont you be telling Eunice to
hang UP her stockings tomorrow
night. maam?s she inquired
7 certainly viii not teach her that
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