The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1922-04-13

| tie cakes, can't help wondering which,
If any, is going to be her lover and my
new father And I am also wondering
what I'll have to do on account of him
when 1 get him, if get him.
There are quite lot of them, and
they're all different. They'd make very
different kinds Of fathers, I'm sure,
and I'm afraid I wouldn't like some
Of them. But. after all, it's Mother
that ought to settle which to have
not me. She's the one to be pleased.
'Twould be such a pity to have to
change again. Though she could, Of
course, same as she did Father, I sup
pose.
AS I said, they're all different. There
are only two that are anywhere near
alike, and they aren't quite the same,
for ones a lawyer and the others
In a bank. But they both carry canes
and wear tall silk hats, and part their
hair in the middle, and look at you
through the kind of big round eye
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make you look awfully homely If they
didn't make you look 80 stylish. But
I don't think Mother cares very much
for either the lawyer or the bank man,
and I'm glad. I wouldn't like to live
with those glasses every day, even If
they are stylish. I'd much rather have
Fathers kind.
Then there's the man that paints
pictures. He's tall and slim, and wears
queer ties and long hair. He's always.
standing back and looking at things
with his head on one side, and ex-
claiming ooh" and "Ah" with long
breath. He says Mothers coloring is
wonderful. 1 heard him. And 1 didn't
like it very we'll, either. Why, it
sounded as if she put it on herself out
of a box on her bureau, same as some
other ladies do! Still, he's not so bad,
maybe; though I'm not sure but what
his paints and pictures would be just
as tiresome to live with as Fathers
stars, when it came right down to
wanting a husband to live with you
and talk to you every day in the year.
You know you have to think of such
things when it comes to choosing
new father-I mean a new husband.
q keep forgetting that it's Mother and
not me that's doing the choosing)
Well, to resume and 90 on. There's
the violinist. I mustn't forget him.
But, then, nobody could forget him.
He's lovely: 50 handsome and distin-
guished-looking with his perfectly
beautiful dark eyes and white teeth.
And he plays-well, I'm simply crazy
over his playing. I only wish Carrie
Haywood could hear him. She thinks
her brother can play. He's travelling
violinist with a show; and he came
home once to Andersonville. And 1
heard him. But he's not the real thing
at all. Not Bit Why, he might be
anybody, our grocer, or the butcher,
up there playing that violin. His eyes
are little and blue, and his hair is
red and very short. I wish she could
hear our violinist play!
And there's another man that comes
to the parties and teas oh, of course
there are others. lots of them, married
men with wives, and unmarried men
with and without sisters. But l mean
another man specially. His name is
Harlow. He's little man with a
broWr -,ointed beard and big soft
brown eyes. He's really awfully good
looking, too. / don't know what he
does do; but he's married. I know
that He never brings his wife, though;
but Mothers always asking for her,
clear and distinct. and she always
smiles, and her voice kind Of tinkles
like little silver bells. But just the
same he never brings her.
He never takes her anywhere. l
heard Aunt Hattie tell Mother so at
the very first, when he came. She
said they weren't bit happy together,
and that there'd probably be 9 divorce
before long. But Mother asked Tor
her just the same the very next time.
And she's done it ever since.
I think know now why she does.
I found out, and was simply thrilled.
It was so exciting! You see, they
were lovers once Observation-Disclosures
and this Mr.. Harlow. Then something
happened and they quarreled. That
was Just before Father came.
OF course Mother didn't tell me this,
nor Aunt Hattie. It was two ladies.
I heard them talking at tea one day.
was right behind them, and couldn't
get away, so just couldn't help hear
ing what they said. /
They were looking across the room
at Mother. Mr. Harlow was talking
to her. He was leaning forward In
his chair and talking so earnestly to
Mother; and he looked just as II me
thought there wasn't another soul In
the room but just they two. But
Nathan -Mothor was iI1st listening to