Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1921-08-12
HER SULLEN DAY
BY MILDRED WHITE
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"a. 1917 Wes1nrr A.. -eetesl


ylsorating and perhaps on the wor ~
might be able to think our no, cue
lem. She had come to the co,,,. r'oO
mat very purpose, because no W
and confusing needs of life left bar =
Wildered. Grandfather's death had
CURED such short time npo tho, Nv
lie, left alone in the rented ao,
been troubled about nanv ~ "du
When the furniture was sold
the house vacated, Molie fon,d 11u
must at once consider some ma,,a.
earning her livelihood To the Girl y.
great business world was narn,
ing place for which she had nevar
htted. Grandfather, in his Latar 80
was an eXacting charge, yet Molie has
been haHpy-that was her way Shs
was happy now, as she climbad ~
steep hill, and stood looking doun
the picturesque village. The wall W.
long one; it would probably toka -.
most of the afternoon. But hero ona
there, as she went, she spied a cu,ns
OF snowdrops forcing their was
through the grass, or hopeful hunos
OF yellow daffodils. When tho ro,a
came all Unexpectedly, Mollie waa
trudging along, absorbed in her uoa,
tation. She stood appalled, all down
the long road there was no evidence !,
shelter Her light suit would bs wo,
through in this downpour: she ho
walled April showers that came in lota
March, and were tinged with March
chill. But what to do? The walk hact
to the village was more hopeless than
the stretch ahead - Mollie forood
ahead. And then, as unexpectedly a.
the rain storm, she spied the old hid
den house. It's broken chimney sIc
nailed her, far back among tho trees
From above came a sudden queer
Jangle of music, for there was
music, even in the weird sounds
When her first fright PASSED, MolBp
became aware that someone was
playing trembingly on mouth or
gan upstairs. And while She was
hesitating between investigation or
flight, shuffling figure came creepng
down the stair--an Old man. playing
the harmOnica as he came. His eyes
blinked at the newly kindled fire and
the girl seated on the floor before It
Who he quayered, ARE your" He
sighed in evident relief when she told
him. II was afraid" he said, that
you'd been sent to rent the house,
He Strengthened determnedly. ITS
my house he declared, land 1t is not
for rent"
"YoursT' Mollie questioned
The old man nodded sadly. M,
wife and I came here when we were
first married" he explained, land we
lived in these rooms a life Of such
happiness as few creatures are per.
mitted to know. Our children were
born here, and lived and grew and
then went their different ways. Ny
wife went her way, to Heaven Then
as there was no one left in the house
my children agreed I'd better live
with Tom. Tom is a good son but
you see, he's married to Susie"
The ending was eloquent and MOI
lie sympathized
and Susie is not good to your
"She doesn't understand" the old
man excused, land when | feel more
in the way than usual, | come up here
to the old place and light fire and
dream of those past days-maybe
sometimes, play a bit on my old har'
monica"
The faded eyes were apologize
Susie don't like the harmonica," he
said. An auto came crushing it's way
through the brambIes. A man spranS
from the car and in a moment was
the fire-lighted room. He was gOOG
looking young man, and his gaze resi-
ed indulgently on the bent figure
the girls side.
Il came up after you, father" ns
young man said. at is storming OUT
side. Susie told me I'd find you hefs
! drove out from the city"
The old man came forward WIN
dignity. This is my son, Paul W.T.
thy, Miss, l don't believe you mer
toned your name" he paused
Il am Mollie Moore" the girl r
piled, land | sought shelter when
began to rain"
The three fingered around the NY
as Paul Worthy sought and added ~
other log. Then he discussed WIZ
Mollie very frankly his fathers ~
lOrn condition
lie can't be happy any place w
just here" said Paul, land as -
obliged to live in my bachelor apal
ment in the city, would wilhus
fix this old place up to make II n0Ts
like for father, If l could nhu =
right person to take charge ana ma
of it-really home. Mrs. Ryan Nv
the village would be quite able
tend TO the homework, while mel ~
Tim could take care Of the gan
But a trustworthy home manas
that is our unanswered problem I
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