The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1920-01-17

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silent. But when the curtain fell al
last her little form was trembling
with fearful joy, and she chung &c
| statically to her father.
Now 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 mirror. Her shining dress
lay over a chair. and she was deadly
tired, and her face was all red ano
white and streaky. Eunice looked al
her and her heart was full OF helpless
misery. She burst into sudden soos
THE child's tired to death. jack
said Hilda Groves petulantly. She
ought to have been in bed long ego
What made you bring her here!
Eunice behaved uncommonly badly
She cried and cried, and the more
her mother scolded her the more un
| controllable became her sobs. So thai
/ 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 herseif IL
bed.
1t must have been all dream!
Eunice was old enough to be able
to distinguish dreams from reality
Dreams were things that happened te
you when you were asleep, and She
had been asleep; but she was wide
awake now. wondering why it was sc
dark in the room, and looking through
the crack Of the door at the streak o
light that came from the room ad
joining.
Her parents were talking: sh'
heard her mothers petulant voice.
I'm sure l don't know what WI
will do with that child when she get
older. john" Hilda Groves was say
ing. 'Of course the profession is no
to be thought of for her."
But if | take that position on th'
Manhattanite we can have home o
our own" answered her father.
"And have me give up my worl
just when I am beginning to attrac
the attention of the managers, an
swered his wife sarcastically. "Afte
ten years of drudgery to be robbe'
of the reward of it all! Nc. thanl
you, my dear"
But /, too, will have to make tn
sacrifice" answered her husband
Frankly, Hilda, am not thinking Q
you in this matter, nor of myself
am thinking of Eunice."
"Eunice!" repeated his wife bitter
". 1.-THE child is quite happy witt
her dolls, and Mrs. Holmes will TAX
all the care Of her that may be nee
essary. 1t is only when you take he
away from them and try to anus
her that she becomes troublesome
sometimes wish we had no chill
to be burden to u.s."
Eunice understood, and all he
world seemed to tumble into fathom
less abyss. Her mother did not wan
her, then.
John Groves accepted the offer, Blu
Hilda went on with her work. Be
tween them they could live comfort
ably and save money, but there coul'
be no home for Eunice. II Hilda lef
the stage their means would be strait
ened The disagreement between
them on this subject bred rance
which brought suffering to the child
E;unice's mother could hardly bear t
look at her, and Mrs. Holmes becam
more and more indignant.
"Tll wager thereI be no SAINT
Claus for you, my lamb" she sal
despondently, as she put the child t
bed two days before Christmas. Blu
you'll hang up your stockings" sh'
continued angrily. giving the pillow
shake. I'll fill 'em. mean, I'll tel
Santa to do so. Tell me, dearie, wha
would you like Santa Claus to brinl
you?"
"Thanta Clauth," repeated Eun1ce
and her eyes frightened. "Give
everybody everything they want"
Yes" said Mrs. Holmes. "Goo'
little boys and girls like you can ge
most anything What would you lik'
most in the world. dearie?"
Il want my Mamma to love mi
like the fairy children" Eunice an
swered.
Mrs. Holmes understood and hur
ried out Of the room to give vent Il
her tears She approached Hid;
Groves that evening on the matter.
Wont you be telling Eunice t
hang up her stockings tomorrow
night. ma'am?" she inquired
/ Il certainly will not teach her tina