The Glenwood post., 1922-08-10
But one would say that nothing but

the trutn OWelC In BOBBY.
"Oh, hullo." said he. "No. came
to see your father"
He marched by her. His hair stuck
up at the back. His coat was hunched
about his shoulders. His insufficient
nose, abundant, loose-lipped mouth
and brown eyes were completely ex-
pressionless. He marched by her with
out a glance. pH
She flushed with vexation. Mr.. Dea-
con, as one would expect, laughed
loudly, took the situation In his ele-
phantine grasp and paved at 1t.
Mamma Mamma! What do you
s'pose7 Di thought she had a beau"
"Oh, papal' said Di. "Why, just
hate Bobby Larkin and the whole
school knows it."
Mr.. Deacon returned to the dining
room, humming in his throat. He en-
tered upon pretty scene.
His Ina was darning. Four minutes
Of grace remaining to the child Mo
mona, she was spinning on one toe
with some Bacchanalian idea of MAX
Ing the most of the present. Di domi-
mated, her ruffles her blue hose, her
bracelet, her ring.
"Oh, and mamma" she said, "the
sweetest party and the dearest sup
per and the darlingest decorations and
the gorgeousest-"
Grammar, grammar" spoke Dwight
| Herbert Deacon. He was not sure
what he meant, but the good fellow
| felt some violence done somewhere or
other
"Well," said Di positively, "they
were. Papa, see my favor" er
She showed him sugar dove, and
he clucked at it.
Ina glanced at them fondly. her face
assuming its loveliest light She was
often ridiculous, but always she was
the happy wife and mother, and her
| role reduced her individual absurdities
at least to its own.
The door to the bedroom now
opened and Mrs. Bett appeared.
swell, mother!" cried Herbert, the
well" curving like an arm, the
"mother" descending like brisk slap.
Hungry now?"
| Mrs. Bett was hungry now. She had
emerged intending to pass through the
room without speaking and find food
in the pantry. By obscure processes
her son-in-law's tone inhibited all this
mo" she said. "Tm not hungry"
| Now that she was there, she seemed
uncertain what to do. She looked
from one to another bit hopelessly,
somehow foiled in her dignity. She
brushed Mt her skirt, the veins Of her
long, wrinkled hands catching an in
tenser blue from the dark cloth. She
put her hair behind her ears.
''We put potato in the oven for
you" said Ina. She had never learned
quite how to treat these periodic re-
fusals of her mother to eat, but she
never had ceased to resent them.
me thank you,' said Mrs Bett
Evidently she rather enjoyed the situ-
alton. creating for herself spotlight
much in the manner of Monona.
Mother" said Lulu, "let me make
you some toast and tea"
Mrs. Bett turned her gentle, blood
less face toward her daughter, and
her eyes warmed.
AFTER little. maybe" she said. II
think I'll run over to see Grandma
Gates now," she added, and went
toward the door.
'Tell her." cried Dwight, "tell her
she's my best girl"
Grandma Gates was a rheumatic
cripple who lived next door, and when
ever the Deacons or Mrs. Belts were
angry or hurt or wished to escape the
house for some reason. they stalked
over to Grandma Gates-in lieu of,
say, slamming door. These visits
radiated an almost daily friendliness
which lifted and tempered the old in
valid's lot and life.
Di flashed out at the door again, on
some trivial permission. 1884
"a good many OF mammals stitches
in that dress to keep clean," Ina called
after.
Early, darling, early" her father
reminded her. A faint regurgitation
OF his was somehow invested with the
paternal.
"What's this?" cried Dwight Her.
bert Deacon abruptly.
Oh tic CAoCh SiltlI lay u letltr
"Oh, Dwight! I" Ina was all cOmpunc-
tion. at came this morning. for
got"
II forgot 1t tool And l laid 1t up
there" Lulu was eager for her share
of the blame.
isn't 1t understood that my mail
can't wait like this?"
Dwight's sense of importance was
now being fed in gulps.
II know. Pm awfully sorry" Lulu
said, "but you hardly ever get let
Ter"
This might have made things worse,
but it provided Dwight with greater
Importance.
"Of course, pressing matter goes to
my office" he admitted 1t. "Still, my
mail should have more careful"
He read, frowning. He replaced the
letter. and they hung upon his mo-