Gunnison news-champion., 1922-05-26


all the timer Why. we'd get % Ne
wouldn't any Of us speak to each 9TH
e.. I'm afraid. ve'd be % angry q
what the other. Was thinking.
Well. Aunt Jane ana I didn't speak
that night ~ the supper table. We
finished 10 stern silence then; Aunt
Jane went upstairs to her room and
] vent up 10 mine (You see what q
perfectly wildly exciting life .aary h
living, And when I think Of how full
Of good times Mother wanted every
minute y be. But that vas for
Marie. Of course.)
The next morning after breakfast
Aunt Jane said:
-you Win spend your forenoon study
Ing. Mary. See that you learn well
your lessons. so as not to annoy your
father"
Yes. Aunt Jane.- said Mary. po-
lite and proper. and went upstairs
obedienfly; but even Mary didn't
know exactly how to study those les
sons.
Carrie had brought me all my books
from school. I had asked her to
when I knew that I was not going
back. There were the lessons that
had been assigned for the next day.
Of course. and ] supposed probably
Father would want me to study those.
But couldn't imagine Father teaching
me all alone. ] couldn't Imagine my
self reciting lessons to Father,
But ] needn't have worried. lf
could only have known. Little did
think-But. there. this II no way 20
tell story. read In n book. How
to Write n Novel" that you mustn't
anticipate" Il thought folks always
anticipated novels. I do. I thought
you wanted them to.)
Well. to go on.
Father got home nj four o'clock. I
saw him come up the walk. and I
waited till was sure he'd got settled
In the library. then I went down.
He wasn't there.
A minute later ! saw him crossing
the lawn TO the observatory. Well.
what to do I didn't know. Mary said
to 60 after him: but Marie said nay.
nay. And In spite Of being Mary Just
now. I let Marie have her way.
Rush after him and tell him he'd
forgotten to hear my lessons? Fn.
ther1 Well. I guess not. Besides. II
wasn't my fault. was there all
ready. II wasn't my blame that he
wasn't there TO hear me. But he
might remember and come back. Well.
II he did I'd be there. so went to
one OF those bookcases and pulled out
. touch.me-not book from behind the
glass door. Then sat down and read
I'M the supper hell rang.
Father was five minutes late to sup
per. don't know whether he looked
at me or not. didn't dare TO look at
him-until Aunt Jane said. In her
chilliesf manner:
Il trust your daughter had good
lessons. Charles"
I had to look at him then. l just
couldn't look anywhere else. SO
was looking straight at him when he
gave thai funny little startled glance
into my eyes. And into his eyes then
there crept the funniest, dearest little
understanding twinkle-and ! sudden
ly realized that Father. Father. was
laughing with me at little secret be.
tween us. But I was only for o Sec
ond. The next moment his eyes were
very grave and looking at Aunt Jane.
II have no cause to coinplain-of
my daughters lessons today" he said
very quietly. Then he glanced over
Nc In ns.N 4 hnI
quick, or would have laughed right
out.
When he got up from the table he
said to me: II shall expect to see you
tomorrow In the library at four. Mary"
And Mary answered: "Yes. Father"
polite and proper. as she should; but
Marie inside was Just chuckling with
the joke Of II all.
The next day watched again at
four for Father to come up the walk :
and when he had come In went down
to the library. He was there In his
pet seat before the fireplace. tFather
always sits before the fireplace.
whether there's q fire there or not.
And sometimes he looks 50 funny sit
ting there. staring into those gray
ashes Just as II II was the liveliest
kind Of a fire he was watching.)
As said. he was there. but ! had
to speak twice before he looked up.
Then. for = minute. he stared vaguely.
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