Every evening, Wilmington daily commercial., 1921-02-01
TIM S HOME.
Chapter IXXXNl.

scrh;s is- tho sittiry room." Myra said,
eyipg down the gray hat and Leading
lhe way. a.,
period suite, which Ruth rememoered
aearirg Of. Myra's mother had gwen IL;
Il was han dsome wood but too large ana
loo heavy and too gaudy for that shlaii
sindows. looped back with rbbon, ana
selvet ores over them.
and we're rich, for this neighbor-
hood We have n dirirg loom. They eat
IN the sittir room mostly, or the kitchen,
Niyra YVES sayirg, going on through
rlrtair ed archway il to another room
This evidently was the dirirg room,
for the table stood III the ce' tre
nd thirgs that were, Weddlr
uifts stood on what was obviously. a
Ksideboard' This room was oak, rather
plsin, and the two small windows had
shitc curtairs and then blue OF es. The
table was set for three. with all the array
of dishes and silver and glass that oI ly
young housewife can muster and display
. Nth such an air.
And here's Junior" Myra exclaimed
She walked to a baby carriage IN the
corner. ard CERTIFY picked up the sleepy
bundle within it. Ruth stood perfectly
silent.
She wanted to say something, she
didn't know what 1t should be. After
all. she krew no babies and had no idea
as 10 what ore said or did to them she
vas rather in awe of them and lmme nsely
fattcrcd # one of them ever noticed her
Or smiled at her in street car 10 her
they were fragile ittae beirgs, likely 70
rrack In the middle if an amateur picked
Ole up. =,
But Aivra had no such feelings. She
held the child in just the proper fash
ion Il the correr Of her arm. ore hand
supporting it where her arm did not
He's the image of Tim, isn't he?'
she asked looking fondly at the child
who was blinking little at the light
Still Ruth could say nothing. !,
So this was Tins child? 1t looked
like any other baby Its skin WAS pink
and fair, its delicate hair was dark, ITS
ewes seemed dark too, though she couldn
features to be soft and undetermined
Try as she would, she could see no
resemblance to Tim-to Tim, glorlfled
in her eyes as someone extraordinarily
handsome.
Hes older than / thought, she
managed to say at last II was the only
thing she could think Of.
"Of coursel" Myra turned with a
little laugh do you know how long i $
been since we really saw each other
RUTH"
The girl counted.
Were %. We were IS, weren't we,
when you
when l went to live with Cousin
Emily. Time flies, doesn't il?
Ruth looked again at the child.
Want to hold him. Myra offered
the last word n maternal hospitality
Ruth drew back, not knowing why she
did so. At one time she would have thought
it the greatest privilege IN the world 70
hold in her arms Tins child Yet there
was Tins child held out to her though
e. be sure il was Myra who held him out,
No / might drop him she exclaimed
hastily
Myra laughed good naturedly
Come. muvvers 5 boy, she croone q
t. the sleepy baby Its long past beddy
time But we stayed up % see Aunt le
Ruth, didn't we? See Auntle Ruth over
there?"
The baby turned q sleepy and indif-
fcrent eve upon the visitor. Ruth smiled,
forced smile. exactly the sort thAt grown :
ups unused 10 children proffer as friend
N advance, ard exactly the sort that
children instirctively shrink from.
Ruth held out a hand. still feeling
lost as 10 what was expected Of her.
The child made no AZ swer though il
was much wider awake Stlu Ruth could
see no resemblance TO Tim.
My stars, the roast Myra went
on into the kitchen, the baby still IT
her arms. She deposited him without
ceremony into d child high char, open
ed the oven door and began poUTlrg & the
g.. ~ II
A hot, fragrant smell came out
Ruth followed to the kitchen
IF he's sleepy. put him 10 bed anc
III watch thiT IS, she offered, looklI {
about the cluttered UP kitchen.
At this she looked again 81 the child
His little red mouth was drawn down
in q sullen expression, ard yes-he die
look little ike Tim around the eye:
and great deal like Myra around the
lips He threw back his head suddenly
and howled.
Tired! I'll put him II bed. I'll be bach
in a moment" And Myra, closing tbs
oven, calmly picked up the now mildly
weepir baby and carried him into the
rooms beyond.
Ruth stood, feeling a little helpless
in the centre Of the kitchen. Here she
was-in Tins home She thought il
would have been romantic o-ce. TO have
been in the very kitchen where his meals
were cooked. She had thought this visit
after his marriage would be tragic. But
tragedy and roast of beef cannot go vel
together.
Hello, Ruth voice cried Her hanc
went to her heart II was Tint was
Tlm-after all this time, II was Tin again
standiJ behind her. Slowly she turned
around to him