Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-04-12
.,, 1890. BY Pubic Ledger CO
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rms STARTS THE STOi,f
IN Ryrton Francis. a toomdr
..,s IA; b;oh ideals and more mam me
S ;,ow measure Of me mm "
u pa,ron kindncss cours,ng hronen ms'
ham." noticcs hat her todshw9mdn,
GEMS ,TC,,ou. TD is performing her ldbors
Z hs' .n,oo;sh manner, inquiries aoom
ma SWb "Wb and about her numerous
hn n." sybjecfs her TO some npiut-
chHu,euu nm mofherhood, suggests
@ lum her husband to read, aud
BOOKS 80, ~ herself in tho tcelare OF the
family. ..
- sTrpPED through the easement
II nroud flush on his cheek casting
ID. wife, Wife, child, friends.
's'ry %wS,, are wife and child to the wore
"Lnirht?" he said. Ana penoi'
the day"b had adj lived the scene oyer m ant
rear. her SSr il stood for all that was
over, W ,d heroic. Coming up through
brave .oSs o%U that day, she was that, man
the Ne.uo VIZ was proud, her head was
Her s'bh hack. her brown eyes glowec
thrown there was strength anc
grace m ,n Tom Motherwell furtively left
Wnsh ns.r's house and made his way. to
bis ls,u,S' li,,,o groyc where his best clothes
the h' h"roted. his movements were tOl :
were ~, Two anxious brown eyes tha'
oweu " ort of the little window in the
rsar Of the house. -. A.. h,,, and
lny ht hush settled down upon the
the nIsISi soIS Mr.. and Mrs. Motherwell
uOu u'"nt Ia their repose., little dreaming
W. Nst' their only son had entered society,
u,r' .nd worse still. was exposed TO tne
susfuI snu charms of the reckless young
Usnsan san Who was known to have a
NOIaao .iD.O,cc for baking powder and
p,u,yS Ip.uUeS goods. and curled her hair with
The E, eurl,usS ,rnnSor rO how we are going to get
=, .ho neople in tonight Edith
ah ~" soid prayely as the family sat at
ar els,yr ' IT am afraid the walls will be
bnrcd out tomorrow
ousyS sTho VU new chicken house and the
NV wiIl do for the overflow meet
;nas " George remarked.
mss " harrow the pantry IL i comes to
,,h you and |. Camilla" Peter
S,uso, Tusu. aid, helping himself to another
s!Sos Sla.s' of T nie. Camilla had come out in
, tbe afternoon to help with the prep
arations. 80, .,,o- ~ ,Erod
,,id severely. Peter is growing up TOO
i'ot Don't you think so, mother! Since
] lsnt him nv razor to play with there
- w. Snd IN the airs he gives himself. I
,hnt he should go to bed at 3 O'Clock
,o"iSht, O same as other nights.
Pet" Peter laughed scornfully, but Nellie
nterposod. -. .., o..
r.miIla for Jim Russell is coming. and
when Camilla sees him, what chance do
YOU suppose you'll baveT
"And when Jim sees Camilla. what
chance will you have, Nell!' George
asked.
"Not one in hundred; but / am
ureparcd for the worst" Nellie answer
Cd, good .naturcdly.
Notberwell." Peter explained.
Then Mrs. Slater told them to hurry
along with their supper, for the people
would soon be coming.
, II was Mrs. Slater who had planned
tbe party. Mrs. Slater was the leading
spirit in everything in the household that
required dash aud daring. Hers was
the dominant voice. though nothing
louder than whisper had been heard
from Der for years. She laughed in n
whisper, she cried in a whisper. Yet
in some way her laugh was contagious.
and her tears brought comfort to those
with whom she wept.
When she proposed the party the
girls fOresaw difficulties. The house was
small-therC were so many to ask-it
was busy time.
Mrs. Slater stood firm.
"Ask everybody" she whispered.
Nobody minds being crowded at a
party. ! was at a party once where we
bad to go outside TO turn around, the
house was so small. I'll never forget
what good time We had"
Mr. Slater was dressed and ready for
anything long before the time had come
ior The guests to arrive. An hour be-
lore be had sat down resignedly and
SAD, Come, girls, do as you think best
WIN the old man. scrub him, polish
MIN, powder him, blacken his eyebrows.
70 not spare him. he's yours" and the
hge '' Wv p'''
george, whose duty it was to attend
me lamps for the occasion, came in
Ntn worried look on his USUALLY
placid face. " "'""''
II. Inc aristocratic parlor lamp IS in.
SsspOSed, he said. 1T has baked. re-
'uss ss 70 turn up. aud smells drcadfully."
T. brins In the plebcidns, George. :"
aIG cried gaily, "and never mind the
iiItF'ah-thc i,it torty-cent plebs never
I"n,o. @ l told Jim Russell to bring his |
y""fu' and Peter can stand in a.