The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1922-06-08
CHAPTER VII
When I Am Neither One.

When I Am Neither One.
ANDERsoNVILLE
Well, came last night. I had on
the brown suit and the sensible hat,
and every turn Of the wheels all day
had been singing: MARY, Mary, now
you're Maryv" Why, Mother even
called me Mary when she said good
by. She came to the junction with me
just as she had before, and put me
on the other train.
"Now, remember, dear, you're to try
very hard to be a JOY and a comfort
to your father-jusr the little Mary
that he wants you to be. Remember,
he has been very kind to let you stay
with me so long"
She cried when she kissed me just
as she did before; but she didn't tell
me this time to be sure and not love
Father better than I did her. noticed
that. But, of course, I didn't say any
thing, though I might have told her
easily that I knew nothing could ever
make me love him better than l did
her.
When we got to Anderscnville, and
the train rolled into the station, l
stepped down from the cars and
looked over to where the carriages
were to find John and Aunt Jane. But
thew weren't there There wasn't even
the carriage there; and I can remem-
ber now just how my heart sort Of felt
sick inside of me when thought that
even Aunt Jane had forgotten, and
that there wasn't anybody to meet
me.
There was a beautiful big green au-
tomobile there, and I thought how l
wished that had come to meet me;
and I was just wondering what
should do, when all Of sudden some
body spoke my name. And who do
YOU think it was? You'd never guess
It in a month. It was Father. Yes,
Father!
Why, 1 could have hugged him, I
was so glad. But Of course I didn't,
right before all those people. But ne
was so tall and handsome and splen-
did, and l felt so proud to be walking
along the platform with him and let
ting folks see that he'd come to meet
me! But 1 couldn't say anything
not anything, the way I wanted to;
and all I could do was to Stammer
out:
"Why, where's Aunt JaneY'
And that's just the thing didn't
want to say; and I knew it the minute
I'd said it. Why, it sounded as If l
missed Aunt Jane, and wanted her In
stead Of him, when all the time I was
so pleased and excited to see him that
I could hardly speak.
He lust kind of smiled, and looked
queer, and said that Aunt Jane -er-
couldn't come. Then I felt sorry; for
I saw, of course, that that was why ne
had come; not because he wanted to,
but because Aunt Jane couldn't, so ne
had to. And I could have cried, all
the while he was fixing it up about
my trunk.
He turned then and led the way
straight over to where the carriages
were and the next minute there was
John touching his cap to me; only 1t
was a brand-new John looking too
sweet for anything III a chauffeurs
can and uniform. And, what do you
think? he was helping me into that
beautiful big green car before / knew
It. =
sTh7, Father, Father!' cried
"You don't mean-" I just COULDN'T
finish; but be finished for me-
ut is ours-yes. Do you like itT'
"Like it," 1 guess he didn't need to
have me say any more. But did say
more. I just raved and raved over
that car until Fathers eyes crinkled
all up In little smile wrinkles, and he
said:
"I'm glad. I hoped you'd like It."
81 guess I do like til" I cried. Then
went on to tell him how l thought
it was the prettiest one I ever saw,
and way ahead Of even Mr.. Easter
brooks.
"And, pray, who Is Mr.. EasterbrookY"
asked Father then. 'The violinist,
perhaps-eh?"
ITO be continued next week.