Evening star., 1920-11-28
don't believe me. look at my packed
telescope there in the corner and my
veil on my hat and"

don't believe me. look at my packed
telescope there in the corner and my
veil on my hat and"
"Anniei"
He had enough respect for his job
all these years never to show up there
tipsy: he had enough respect for his
baby never to let him smell the vile
got enough respect for his sister
never to want her to be here at the
house when he-he comes home silly,
but-but what's he got for me? His
wife! For me! What. Lfddy, what?
WhatT' And she fell forward in her
own arms. drenched in bath of
tears.
He's your husband. Annie; before
God, he's your husband. and nothing
can change it,
~ tell you. Liddy. il he comes home
red-eyed tonight, 30 help me il there's
anything can change me. There's the
seven-dfty st. Louis accommodation
out Of here. and tell you I'm done.
DoneH'
mo, no. Annie. girl. You come to
me. For GOD sake. you come to me. II
1t amt all well tonight. I'll keep the
lamp burning for you in the side win
dow and the shade up 50 you'll see 1t.
Annie, when you reach the tracks. I'd
stay here with you, Annie, only it
makes Steve sore II I stay to-to see
him come like that. TIL keep the light,
girl. and-and you come to me. To
met
mo, no. Liddy, that amt the kind of
done am. Beasley's always got a
corner for me somewhere in her room
ing house. can get a job trimmtn'
in Einstein's there easy as anything.
any day I want. I'm done. Liddy. for
sure. Done, tell you. I'm going"
"Annie-Annie. you-you wouldn't
Wouldn't II, Watch"
+ + +
A + little after four came dusk to
. dusk -colored day; at 5. night,
with wind gone down and the rain
faster and finer. like spilling sand.
The Chicago limited. with the shrek
Of q maniac and without pause for
Spartan. tore neck and neck with its
schedule through the town, rafting
Its windowpanes and the warning bell
at crossroads.
At 8 o'clock . medley Of steam
whistles rose like rockets from the
various roofs Of the Wellington-Low-
ney Wire works. and 500 workers
Strengthened and WINGED OF cr!ck in
the back
In Annie Kineady's kitchen lamp
burning against q tin reflector and
through a brilliantly clean chimney
drew that shade and placed thick
puddied side yard. Annie Kineady
drw that shade and placed thick
plate Of thickly-cut bread in the Gen.
ter OF the spread table. Strong smells
OF the strong foods that wage-earn.
ers. and not coupon clippers. are
strong enough to digest. rose from the
range to the ceiling and down again
warming and thickening the room
The smell Of coffee came through
finally. and the sound Of seething, and
with her brilliant head flung back
against the rise Of steam. she pushed
the over-boiling pot to the rear Of the
stove. raised the stove-lid and poked
at the live Goals. their red flowing
all over her.
Then she sat down in the low rocker
between the range and the indoor els.
tern. but not back against it; erect
instead. with her ears strainine
through the steady sound of rain and
her hands, where they closed over the
chair. white at the fingernails.
At Z o'clock. and in some uncer.
| tainty, Steven Kineady turned in Al
his gate: came his footsteps around
to the side entrance. placed at nm
even intervals. and tho sound Of mud
sucking a. the shoes withdrew.
Within her chair and In q silence
that seemed to shape itself for some.
thing shameful. Annie Ki1eady sat a