The Glenwood post., 1922-10-19

through the streets. She passed those
who were surrnising what her story
might be, who were telling one anoth-
er what they had heard. But she knew
hardly more than they. She passed
Cornish in the doorway of his little
music shop, and spoke with him; and
there was the letter. 1t was so that
Dwight's foster mothers postal card
might have looked on its way to be
mailed.
Cornish stepped down and overlook
her.
"Oh, Miss Lulu. I've got new song
or two"
She said abstractedly: "Do. Any
uight. Tomorrow night-could YOU"
n was as If Lulu were too preoccupied
to remember to be i'll at ease.
Cornish flushed with pleasure, said
that he could indeed
"Come for supper" Lulu said.
Oh. could he? Wouldn't that be
-. Well. say! Such was his accept
ance.
He came for supper And Di was
AOL at lIOlhCs hoHC hdu SbuC oih III thC
country with Jenny and Bobby, and
they merely did not return.
Mrs. Bett and Lulu and Cornish and
Monona supped alone. All were at
ease, now that they were alone. Es-
pecially Mrs. Bett was at ease. 1t be-
came one of her young nights, her
alive and lucid nights. She was there.
IN, ohnf I nj
sat in Ina's chair. Lulu had picked
flowers for the table-a task coveted
by her but usually performed by Ina.
Lulu had now picked Sweet William
and had flied q vase Of silver gilt
taken from the parlor. Also, Lulu
had made ice cream.
II don't see what Di can be think
Ing Of" Lulu said. ut seems like ask
ing you under false" She was afraid
IF "pretenses' and ended without 1t.
Cornish savored his steaming beef
pie, with sage "Oh, well /" he said,
contentedly
"Kind of a relief. think, to have
her gone" said Mrs. Bett, from the
fullness of something or other.
"Mother!" Lulu said, twisting her
SMILE
"Why, my land, 1 love her." Mrs.
Bett explained. "but she wiggles and
,hitters."
Cornish never made the slightest
effort, at any time, to keep straight
| face. The honest fellow now laughed
.oudly.
"Well !" Zulu thought. "1e can't
be so very much in love" And again
she thought: "He doesn't know any
thing about the letter. lie thinks Min
ian got tired of me- Deep down in
her heart there abode her certainty
| that this was not so.
By some etiquette of consent, Mrs.
Bett cleared the table and Lulu and
Cornish went into the parlor. There
lay the letter on the drop-leaf side
/ table. among the shells. Lulu had car
ried 1t there. Where she need not see
it at her work. The letter looked no
more than the advertisement of dental
| office furniture beneath it. Monona
stood indifferently lingering both.
| "Monona,' Lulu said sharply, "leave
them bew
Cornish was displaying his music.
SCOT up quite attractive" he said-it
| was his formula of praise for his
| music.
But we can't try it over" Lulu
said, eff Di doesn't come"
well, say" said Cornish shyly
you know l left that Album of Old
Favorites here. Some of them we
know by heart"
Lulu looked. "I'll tell you some
thing" she said; there's some of
these can play with one hand-by
ear. Maybe"
"Why. sure!" said Cornish.
Lulu sat at the piano. She had on
the wool chally, long sacred to the
nights when she must combine her
servants estate with the quality of be-
| ing Ina's sister. She wore her coral
beads and her cameo cross. In her
absence she had caught the trick of
dressing her hair so that it looked
even more abundant-but she had
not dared to try it. so until tonight
when Dwight was gone. Her long
wrist was curved high, her thin hand
pressed and fingered awkwardly, and
| at her mistakes her head dipped and
strove to make all right. Her foot con
tinuously touched the loud pedal-the
blurred sound seemed to accomplish
more. So she played "How Can
Leave Thee and they managed tt
sing it. So she played Long, LONG
Ago" and "Lit.le Nell of Narragan
sett Bay" Eeyond open doors. Mrs
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