Evening star., 1921-08-21

9TH inside av me is churned en-
tirely." moaned Mrs. Casey. holding
on.
'It gives you that wealthy feeling"
replied her escort at the wheel.
There do be some pleasures In
poverty" she philosophical.
But as they swung into the smooth
state road she expanded into smiles.
/ her face assuming the hypnotized eX-
| preston peculiar to the chronic mo-
| torist. The ocean breeze stirred old
desires In her heart. She pointed out
a broken wharf where her husband
! had taken her to fish in their courting
days. A flock of pelicans swung
across the mists in imitation of a
| Hokasai print.
! II well reminder tn time me hus-
| band shot wan thin .bur-r-rds
Something's wrong with the en-
gine," said Brian grimly. The car
was noticeably slowing down. A few
hundred yards ahead appeared the
Terrace. They were approaching an
untidy. ragged tent which stood, like
| the outcast of beggars. respectful
distance from the settlement. The
car stopped dead.
what's the matter av it," asked
| "Differentials tangled in the hub"
said Brian vaguely, gazing into the
hood.
Two towheads peeped curiously out
from a flap in the tent, tent beside g sot the ne
from behind the canvas.
| 9TH little darlints!" cried Mrs.
Casey rapturously. Come here. child
er, an talk to yer Aunt Mary!"
| A barefooted boy of about ten ap-
of scared blue eyes upon the big
woman
! MAS awful sick" he said, pointing
to the tent. Brian jumped suddenly
and knocked his head against the flap
"sick!" said Mrs. Casey. getting
"she's got a little baby. an she
was took with a spell when she got
up to do the washin', an pas dead"
"I'll run and hustle a doc" ex-
claimed Brian, cranktng up the sup
away in a miraculous jiffy. The boy
took Mrs. Casey's big red hand and
led her into the tent.
thin woman lay moaning on
confused pile of bedclothes in cor
ner. A very small girl was attempt.
squalls. while the boy stopped to tuck
q blanket around his mother.
Doctor" said the woman family.
as Mrs. Casey leaned over her.
There's wan on tn way, dearte,"
the widow reasspred her. as she
raised the woman's head on the pill
low and arranged her faded yellow
hair.
VNIHEN Brian returned with q doc
w tor from the village he beheld a
strange sight-Mrs. Casey heating
water on a stove in the yard, while
with her good right forearm she sup
ported sleeping child against her
broad bosom.
'This place makes the fresh air
smell kind o. Close" said Brian, in,
dicating the rubbish that surrounded
the tent. "A widow with three kids
down and out-ain't it fierce!"
"Ther's groceries in the cupboard"
Mrs. Casey Informed him. "But what
do these cherubs know about cook
Brian handed two dollars to the
"Rush the, milk can to the ero-
GERS" he said, "and brace Heinie
Schmalz for dozen lamb chops"
The doctor. with the usual offended
air Of needy country. doctors on char
y gases ent 1Essa from the sts1 tent
der orders?" he snapped. "Out Of the
county hospital three weeks-what
does she want to get up and do q days
washing for?"
because she don't know how to
play golf, maybe" suggested Bryan.
Perhaps" said the doctor dryly.
IT don't think she would have enough
to sat, except for an order of grocer
les some one sent her from town last
week. Her husband was drowned on
the wharf Fourth Of July. At any
rate, she's got to stay in bed and be
nursed for q month"
"I'il be the nurse" Mrs. Casey vol
unteered.
you're onw said Brian.
'I'll have q word with you about
the case" remarked the doctor,
beekoninE Mrs. Casey into the tent.
"Twenty-seven acres of ripe tin
ever metl" Brian unused. 90 hA
hunted up' an old shovel and began