Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1921-04-14
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Jane Phelps

i1es-and he was excited over her
description.
The morning they were to 60
came. Baby Vera was just two
weeks old. l packed a good many
tears with his little clothes that
! morning. Just as l finished, the
| telephone rang
"Hello!" l called rather impa-
tiently, l resented anything which
took me away from my boy even
for a moment.
Glow do you dol" came the
answer, "Tll give you two guesses
as to who is talking"
ooh, Mr.. Blackjack !~>When did
you get back?" l queried, recog-
nizing his voice at once.
Last night! When may 1 come
iup and eall?"
/ ooh, any time you wish. shall
be glad to Sc you" 1 replied.
Tom Jr. Goes Away.
Mother called me from the
telephone before Carol could re-
ply.
ut is time to leave, Sue!" she
said, and just then Everett Gram
delrs chauffeur called up to say
the car was waiting to take us to
the station. / was going to ride
down with them. But this time
Everett was not with us. 1t was
an unpleasant day, and he was
not feeling well enough to come
out, his man told us, but he had
sent magazines and fruit to moth
er. He had not forgotten Tom,
for there were several linen pic
ture books, and a doll dressed as
sailor boy to entertain the child
on the long journey.
''He is the most generous, the
most thoughtful man ever
knew" mother remarked. "I think
you are very fortunate to have
him for a friend"
1t was hard parting with moth
err and my darling boy. He never
had been away from home a
night before. He was so delighted
that he did not mind my tears
in the. least. He was going with
granny on the chu, chu cars, and
that was enough for him.
The house seemed strangely
quiet when / returned, almost as
if some one had died, Norah de-
clared, her eyes red with weeping.
She had had so much care to
Tom, had been with him so con-
stantly that she could scarcely
be comforted. ..-
Carol Blackjack Calls.
That very afternoon about five
o'clock Carol Blackjack called.
He was looking fine, and had
had an interesting trip in spite
of the fear of war which just
then was overshadowing Europe.
His surprise when 1 told him of
baby Vera was comical. And he
insisted upon seeing her.
"The perfect image of Ran
dall," he said as he gingerly
touched her tiny cheek.
"Yes, we all think she looks
like Tom" / answered.
"I brought you few trifles
from Paris, 1 wished I might
bring you something worth while,
but'-he stopped, and began to
undo a parcel he had brought in
with him.
"Oh, how lovelyw I exclaimed,
as he unrolled a lovely en-
broidered tablecloth and napkins,
much handsomer set than the
one 1 had borrowed of Helen for
my dinner party. Then there was
a real lace set of collars and
cuffs, for me, and a dozen
handkerchiefs for both Tom and
me, beautifully embroidered with
our monograms.
"A sop to Cerebus!" he said
as he laid Toms gift on the
table, ] had no idea what he
meant, but determined to look it
up as soon as he left. We spent
a delightful half hour, and II
promised to lunch with him the
first time went down town. II
had some necessary shopping forI
baby to do, and would be able to
attend to it in few days.
Tom was delighted with his
handkerchiefs.
ut was mighty decent of
Blackjack, yet | wish he had
been contented to bring just the
handkerchiefs. That set of linen
must have cost lot"