The Connecticut labor press. (New Haven, Conn.) 191?-1921, 1921-01-14

81 have tried" said Harris, "and it's
no use. She's got those notions like
Beulah-quittin' work, and twilights
and sunsets and all that kind O
thing. There's no use talkin' with her ;
reason don't count for anything. L
gave her, a good pocketful O. money,
and told her to write for more when
she needed it. She'll get over her no.
lions pretty soon when she gets among
strangers. Go in and have talk with
her, boy; there's no use you bein' at
outs with her, too. AS for me, I can't
do anything more"
81 suppose you know best" he an
swered "but it seems-hang it, it's
against all reason that you two-that
this should happen
"Of course it is. That's what I said
a minute ago. But reason don't count
just now. But you have your talk
with her, and give her any help you
can if she wants + get away at once"
Allan found his mother in her room,
packing a trunk and gently weeping
into it. He laid his hand upon her,
and presently he found her work-worn
frame resting in his strong arms.
| AOu y 1Ol SOIilS W ICSFc uS, LloIi-
er, are you?" he said "You wouldn't
do that?'
mot If It could be helped, Allan.
But there is no help. Your father has
set his heart on more land, and more
work, and giving up this home, and I
might as we'll go first as last. More
and more he is giving his love to work
instead of to his family. Perhaps when
I am away for a while he'll come to
himself. That's our only hope"
The boy stood helpless in this con-
| Fiction. He knew something of the
depth of the nature of his parents, and
he knew that beneath an undemOnstra-
tive exterior they cherished in secret
love prOpOrtiOnate to the strength of
their character. But the long course
down which they had walked together
seemed now to be separating, through
! neither will nor power Of their own it
was as though straight parallel lines
suddenly turned apart, and neither
lost it's straightness in the turning.
So he comfOrted his mother with
such words as he could. Loyalty to
his father forbade laying any of the
blame on those shoulders, and to
blame his mother was unthinkable; so
with unconscious wisdom he spoke not
of blame at all.
"Of course, while we are away, why
shouldn't you have a visit?" he said.
Here you have been chained down to
this farm ever since I can remember,
and before. And then, when I get set
tied on my own homestead, you'll come
and keep house for me, won't your
you're sure you'll want me?" she
asked, greatly comforted by his mood.
perhaps you'll be getting your own
hOuSekeeper, too"
mot while I can have you" he an
swered. you'll promise, won't you?
Nothing that has happened or can
happen, will keep you from making
my home yours, will it? And when
Dad gets settled again, and gets all
these worries off his mind, then
things'n be different, and you'll come,
even if he is there?''
Eyes, I'll come, even if he is there,
If you ask me-" she promised.
Harris did not come back that night.
A light rain came up, and he accepted
the excuse to sleep at Riles'. The
truth was, he feared for his resolution
if it should be attacked by both his
wife and son. Surrender now would
be mere weakness, and weakness was
disgrace, and yet he feared for himself
If put to the test again. So he stayed
at Riles', and the two farmers spent