Omaha daily bee., 1922-02-26

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over this hull house and decide what
else we can give TO Jennie and Rob-
eft."
Deborah's plump hand reached for
her sisters thin one, found il, and
held il a minute. Anne was wonder.
iul. Deborah realized this. but re-
maincd, as always, inarticulate in
the presence OF emotion.
/ Il guess you're right" she said
again.
The decision OF "the Warren girls"
to sell their old home and leave War
renville was the subject OF much
gossip in the town which had known
them and so many generations OF
Warrens before them. When il was
rumored tina, they were giving much
OF their best furniture to Robert
Warick and Jennie Chase, the inter-
est OF their fellow townsmen became
tinged with incredulity.
II don't believe it," was the way
James Warick summed up his im-
pressions. 81 amt never heard those
girls was crazy
Crazy, however, the Warren
girls" seemed to be. Three or four
times week Anne sent for Robert
and Jennie to come to supper and
spend the evening. and after supper
the sisters solemnly presented their
young friends with traditional treas
urcs. Each sister WED with the other
in generosity. The gift of the eight
day clock from Miss Anne to Jennie
was promptly followed by the gift
OF Uncle Caleb's writing desk from
Deborah to Robert. Always the
gifts were given with smiling faces,
and always after the recipients had
departed Deborah Warren looked at
her sister in hollow-eyed despair.
II didn't realize we was so near"
she groaned when she presented Jen-
ME with a reading table around
which Warrens had sat for a hun
dred years.
"The more it hurts the more we
got to give" said Anne firmly.
81 think I'll let 'em have the pair
OF bookcases Greataunt Nina brought
from England. And the sooner we
get rid of those china cabinets we set
such store by the letter it will be for
our souls"
For several weeks the orgy of CIV
ing went on. Then, suddenly and un-
believably, Deborah Warren fell i'll.
"She's worrying" old DR.. Leonard
told Anne when his simple remedies
failed to put his patient on her feet
again. Whats all this nonsense
about you two giving away every
thing you got? Is that back of it,"
Anne's thin face paled little. She
was afraid that was back of it.
"We can't take our possessions
with u.s. she pointed out. either in
this world or the next. "And it's
easier to give away things we like
than to sell 'em, isn't it,"
1T wouldn't be for me-" admitted
the old doctor with chuckle. But
there's no accounting for tastes. Get
Deborah out into the garden tomor-
row if you CAN. She doesn't seem to
want to stay in the house"
NO." Anne soberly admitted.
"I've noticed that"
you seem pretty clipper" The
doctor was looking at her with keen
professional eyes. "You seem
lot better than you used to be-"
81 am better" Anne spoke quiet
", but in manner that did not en-
courage discussion OF her health.
But I'm worried about Deborah"
she added in different tone.
Miss Deborah Warren spent the
next day in the garden, gazing at the
distant hills. Several times Anne
tried to talk to her, but each time
the other stopped her almost curtly:
She seemed sunk in profound
thought. Toward sunset, however,
Deborah called her sister.
"Anne," she began, "do you know
why l hate to 60 into that house'
mo, Deborah"
"Well, I'll tell you" Deborah spoke
with more than her usual sharp de-
cision-almost with the effect of one
going at hurdle. II jest can't bear
to 90 in the house because nothln'
in it seems to belong to us any more,
she announced.
Anne made no reply.
DO you know what l got left in