Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1921-11-19
THE NEW GENERATION
BY JANE PHELPS

usually quiet at breakfast, and
afterward, when getting ready fol-
school, she went about in a sub
dued way. But when she left she
kissed her mother and said:
Good bye, Mumsie!"
That "Mumsie" meant that she
had taken her mother back into
her love again-that she felt "ac-
quainted." :,
Margaret had always made all
Joan's clothes. She sewed daintily
and loved the task. Joan's dresses
she designed as well as made, sc
there was always an individually
about them.
After Joan left for school Mar
garet sat down with yellow linen
slim she was making for Joan
while her trained fingers flew fast
her thoughts flew still faster.
What should she do? If she gave
into Joan now, all her desire fol
freedom, for independence would
be lost almost before she had real
lied its birth.
"I can't make her unhappy
can't" she muttered. Then: But
why should she be unhappy be-
cause / have realized l am not
really old: that life still holds
something beside motherhood for
me? Not that anything could ever
mean what she does, the dear, but
that I someway seem to feel diff
ferent."
Suddenly she sat erect. a
thought shot through her mind:
Some day Joan will go away
from you-will marry!
Margaret began to figure. If
Joan married, say at 20, she, Mar
garet, would be 40, OF course It
was natural to suppose that Joan's
observation-disclosures he might be
would bebwilling to either go on
living with her, or that she should
live with them. But suppose ne
shouldn't be willing? Or suppose
she would not care to make either
what then?
Forty isn't DID," she muttered.
Then throwing aside the slip upon
which she had been so Industrious
ly working, she went up to her
room. mo, 40 Is not old" she
said, then added: unless one al
lows it to be-"
She seated herself before her
dressing table mirror. Slowly she
examined herself, each feature,
looked for signs of wrinkles, ana
found none. Save for little crinll.
ling at the corner of her eyes. her
face was as smooth as Joan's own.
And that crinkling might we'll have
been caused by laughter instead
of age.
Some day she would take a trip
into Boston and replenish her
small stock of cosmetics. She had
a good complexion, but a bit of
rouge, a tiny line to extend her
eyebrows, some good powder would
make a difference.
Margaret Hayden longed to talk
with someone and no one but old
Hannah being available, she decid-
ed to go to her.
"You see, Hannah, Joan isn't
accustomed to seeing me wear
anything but sober clothes, plainly
made. I never have cared. But
someway I seem to have COM
menced to care lately" she blush
ed wildly at her naive confession.
"and Joan resents it. That was
why she cried so the other night.
She said she had lost her Num-
sie."
you sure looked fine. And Mrs.
Hayden. ma'am, please don't stop
because of her--Joan. You amt
nothin' but young thing yoself.
Why, your ma warn't married till
she was older than what you are
this mint. Just go on making
yo'self look fine like the other
night. Miss Joan she going to git
used to 1t. Don't you fear"
"I--want-- to Hannah, but"
Don't have no butts about It.
ma'am. You sure is old enough to
know your own mind, same as you
let's Joan know hern. You let's her
do what she wants to, because you
think 1t is right. Why amt 1t
right for you too? That's what I
want to know"
"Thank you, Hannah"
Hannah returned to her work
mumbling to herself and wonder
ing what her mistress had thanked
her for.
Dependency.
When you feel blue and that
everything goes wrong, take a dose
OF Chamberlain's Tablets. They
will cleanse ana inyiporafo yoIr