The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1922-04-15

| dog would fight for bonef Doubt
less. anyway, John Kennison preferred
Edith.
| 1t was merely another case of the
smaller tart.
After all, was there not such thlhg
as too much self sacritice, too continual
self-repression? A certain amount, OF
course, was beautiful. virtuous, ana
altogether commendable. but might
there not come point where they
became actually a fosterer of other
peoples selfishness and sin against
ones own individuality? As II a
perpetual seeder OF raisins and eater
of chicken wings could live fuii'
free Iife-a life that really brought
out the best within ones self and
within ones fellow men! Indeed,
no, And there should be change-a
rightabout face She would see to IT
that there was. With sweet. gentle,
yet firm dignity, she would take her
rightful place.
And with this thought In mind, Kate
Denny rose to her feet. prepared her
self for bed. and then determinedly
raised her window before opening the
connecting door leading to her sisters
room.
AS expected. she did not have long
to walt
"Kate." called her sister.
| Eyes, Edith"
"Where's all that wind coming
from?'
"From my window. perhaps; It's
Open"
"Openl Why, Kate Denny. you
never have your window open!'
II know l don't; but ! thought l
would tonight. | wanted the air"
But It's so cold I'm half frozen.
DO you want me to catch my death Of
coldw
"Why, no. Of-of course not" muir
INJURED Kate. Involuntarily she started
to get out Of bed; then suddenly she
fell back. With stern resolution she
wet her dry lips and said. IF you're
cold, Edith, why don't you pull up an
other blanketY
| SOlu nuOtnCA Vhs
Kate, what are you thinking Of, when
you know how l hate lot Of stuffy
clothes over me! I never knew you
to act like this! Well, II you won't
shut It, I shall-that's ALI" And the
swift patter Of bare feet and the de-
termined bang Of the window sash told
that Edith had made good her word.
"Therer' exclaimed an aggrievedly
triumphant voice. as the patter re-
treated through the open doorway.
On the bed Kate Denny made one
more effort to rise-to catch the feet
Ing sweet, gentle, yet firm dignity"
Of her promise to herself; then YEARLY
she fell back.
After all, It'll be easier to begin
tomorrow In daylight when-when I'm
up and dressed" she told herself. BE
sides, there won't be anything SO hard
as that window Is, to-assert my rights
about"
Tomorrow" however proved that
dignity had neither to do with day
light nor being dressed, and that
whether it were an open window or a
proffered invitation about which one
wished to assert ones self. there was
no variation In the difficulty Of doing
1t.
She had arisen early and started
breakfast Tin spite of It being Edith's
week to perform that duty. She had
washed the dishes while Edith went to
market, because Edith liked to go to
market-when 1t was pleasant. When
| 1t rained, Kate herself went. AS usual,
she had tidied the kitchen and the
bathroom, leaving the lighter busting
to Edith and her mother. who pre-
ferred that kind. AS usual, too. at
luncheon. she had given the golden
brown crusts Of her rolls to Edith.
not because she herself did not like
golden-brown crusts. but because Edith
| always wanted them. To be sure, Kate
had tried to keep them herself today /;
but Edith reached for them as a mat
ter OF course-and got them.
| At two O'Clock John Kennison came
with the invitation to go sleighing.
Kate was dressing. and Edith had gone
to the door. Kate could hear now
what her sister had called out merrily.
saucily:
"Oh, she's busy. Mr.. Kennison; but
I'll go. I'll be right out"
Kate had run then swiftly into the
upper hall, and had uttered some sort
Of protest. But Edith had only laughed
and answered scornfully:
| "Why, Kate, you were busy-you
know you were! You were dressing.
Surely. you don't want me to change
now. and-and tell him you won't let
me go. do your"
Kate had murmured d faint mo. Of
course not" and had crept back,
ashamed, into her own ROOM And not
until she had heard the sleigh-bells 90
jingling down the road did she remem.
Der that sweet, gentle, yet firm dig
nifty" that was to have been hers that
day.
1t was Of this, all this, that Kate
was thinking now. as she dressed for
the concert that evening. The concert
was to be a grand affair in town, given
by John Kennison's orchestra. John
kennison was only one Of the eight
first viOlins in that orchestra. but to
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