Gunnison news-champion., 1922-05-05

they Dragged. too. and ! asked her;
but she only began TO cry again. and
moan. What have I done. what have
I dOner'-and I had TO Try all over
again to comfort her. But I couldn't
She 20; 50 she just stayed in her
room lots and lots ] tried TO make
her put on her pretty clothes. and do
as the other ladies did. and go out and
walk and sit On the big piazzas. and
dnnoe. and eat At the pretty little
tables She did. some. when we first
came. and took me. and ! Just loved
H. They were such beautiful ladies,
with their bright eyes. and their red
cheeks and Jolly ways: and their
dresses were so perfectly lovely. al,
silks and satins and sparkly spangies,
and diamonds and rubIes and einer-
aids, and silk stockings. and little bits
OF gold and silver slippers
And once I saw two Of them smok-
Ing. They had the cutest little ciga-
rciies tMcther said they were) In gold
holders. and knew then that ] WAS
seeing life-real life: not the stupid
kind you get back In a country town
Inc ttuGT anu U ~%AAl - W
Mother: and I was going to ask her
II Boston was like that But | didn't
get the chance. She jumped up so
quick thought something had hurt
her. and cried. Good Heavens. Baby !"
tIiow hate to he called BABY y
Then she Just threw some money on
to the table 10 pay the bill and hurried
me away
II was after that that she began 10
stay In her room SO much. and not
take me anywhere except for walks
ut the other end OF the town where
II was all quiet and stupid. and no
music or lights or anything. And
though | teased and teased 10 go back
to the pretty. jolly places. she wouldn't
ever take me not once
Then by and by. one day We met
little black haired woman with white
cheeks and very big sad eyes. There
weren't any spangly dresses and gold
slippers about her. can tell you She
was crying on a bench In the park,
and Mother told me TO stay back and
watch the swans while she went up
and spoke TO her. tWhy do old folks
always make US watch swans or read
books or look into store windows or
run and play all the timer Don't they
suppose we understand perfectly well
what IL means-that they're going to
say something they don't want us TO
hearD Well. Mother and the lady on
the bench talked and talked. ever So
long. and then Mother called me up.
and the lady cried little over me.
and said, Now. perhaps. II I'd had
little girl like that" Then she
stopped and cried some more.
We saw this lady real often after
that She was nice and pretty and
sweet, and liked her: but she was
always awfuny sad. and don't believe
II was half SO good for Mother TO be
with her as II would have been for her
to be with those jolly. laughing ladies
that were always having such good
times. Buf couldn't make Mother
see II that way AT all. There are
.imes when Il seems as II mother just
couldn't see things the way do. Hon
estly. II seems sometimes almost as II
she WAS the cross-current and contra-
dlctIon instead OF me II does.
Well. as I said before, l didn't like
1t very well out there. and l don't be-
iieve Mother did. either. But it's all
over now. and we're back home pack
Ing up to 20 to Boston.
Everything seems awfully queer.
Maybe because Father isn't here, for
one thing. He wrote very polite and
asked us to come to get our things,
and he said he was going to New York
need not fear he should annoy her
with his presence. Then, another
hing. Mothers queer. This morning
she was singing away at the top OF her
voice and running all over the house
picking up things she wanted; and
seemed SO happy. But this Afternoon
I found her down on the floor In the
library crying a. II her heart would
break. with her head In Fathers big
chair before the fireplace. But she
Jumped up the minute I came In and
said. no. no. she didn't want anything.
She was Just tired: that's all. And
when asked her II she was sorry.
after all. that she was going to Boston
to live. she said. no. no. no. indeed.
she guessed abe want She was just
AZ glad ~ glad could be that she was
going only she wished Monday would
hurry up and come so we could Be
gone.
And that's all. It's 4 Saturday now.
and we 60 just day after tomorrow.
Our trunks are most packed, and
Mother says she wishes she'd planned
to 80 today. I've said goodbye to all
the girls. and promised to write loads
Of letters about Boston and every
thing. They are almost n excited as
am; and I've promised. cross my
heart and hope to die" that l won't
love those Boston girls better than !
do specially Carrie Heywood
OF cOtlrHe my dearest friend