The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1923-04-27

III your DOuy WIS un iiSut dShln
wouldn't you be 80 thankful tina
you'd be more'n willing Lorene shoult
leave you for a life Of her own7"
A slight flush colored her hostess
heavy cheeks. why, yes, of course
she acknowledged stif1y. II SHOULD
feel very different in that case"
Mrs. Penfeld nodded condolingly
Yes, l guess you would Healtht
the main thing. Little troubles dom
seem no bigger'n specks when a bis
trouble comes long to measure ZEN
by"
Mrs. Percy grabbed this statement
with vehemence- II don't know much
about little troubles, myself. I've
had big ones, one right after another
II haven't never been reconciled to Mr..
Percy's going. Doesn't eem right for
a man to die because he was brave,
way he did. He was q police officer,
and he was shot while making an ar
rest. 1t was reckless, the chance he
took. 1t wouldn't seem so hard If he'd
just been sick and died Of It."
ooh. you'd have felt II just as
much" began Mrs. Sanders.
"Yes," echoed Mrs. Penfeld; "and
as tits, you've got something to be
proud of. I've always thought I'd
rather mourn for a man that was
brave than cook for a man that's a
coward"
Mrs. Percy. re%pudiating this conso-
lation, tossed her head In some Of
Tense. 81 didn't mean II would have
been easy In any event. The thing,
after all, that makes me miserable is
my broken life. When you've had ten
years of married happiness, you don't
get reconciled to giving 1t up"
Mrs. Penfeld gazed at her dream
lily. mo, not reconciledi Being re-
signed to ev'rything is a pretty good
sign of moral p~rostrGtion. But there's
one thing you got to remember: If
you had ten years Of happy married
life. you had exactly ten years more
than a lot of women have, and you'd
oughter be thankful for 1t. long with
your mourning"
Mrs. Percy's lips came together
with a snap. An uncomfortable ST.
lence spread over the room, pressing
conversation out of existence. Mrs.
Penfield. fearing that she had been
too o%utspoken, sprang up briskly, with
the thought of bre. Ling me tension.
you mustn't imagine I'm unsympa-
thetic, cause underneath l been study
Ing on how we could help you. l
can see n thing we'd better do-that
Is, look out that you don't take cold,
us in a room that don't
ger any sun. Here, let me put this
title shawl round your shoulders.
You mustn't take any chances. you
Without waiting Tor assent, she
snatched the crocheted shawl from the
and proffered II to her hostess.
And Mrs. Percy, the spoiled. the
.vaited-on, was instantly Modified.
She accepted the service with muir
nured gratitude.
No soone had Mrs. Penfield re-
'umed her seat, however, than II was
Yrs. Percy who did the springing.
She came to her feet with a ponder
'0o aSiAAlg NCAg iCA |
manner.
"Ughl Ughl The nasty thing"
he screamed. "Ohl Obi Take 1t
'ffl Obi There's two of It'll Take
Mrs. Sanders plunged to the rescue.
With a careless gesture, Mrs. Penfeld
wung in ahead of her. "I1l do It,"
he announced In a tone of renuncia-
ion with which me takes the initia-
i've in a perilous enterprise.
Help me" cried Mrs. Percy. They
tick. Take the shawl"
With her left hand she was trying
o disengage from the fuzzy shawl
one and then the other of two
mall caterpillars.
"Well. l declare to goodness I" ex-
lalmed Mrs. Penield safely. Her
ands were busy with the shawl. but
d some way, not explained. 1t had
ecome entangled In the buttons of
he green sweater, and 1t was not
asily freed. Mrs. Percy's agitation
grew.
"They must have come in the win
ow. / can't stand the nasty little
Oh-oh. take 1t off. Tear it.
nythingl Oh-oh, good heavens,
ok, look I"
Her shaking finger pointed at Mrs.
herself. and two curious
Iings at once became evident. One
that Mrs. Percy was using her
ght hand; the other. that an active
Iterpillar was excursioning up the
ont of Mrs. Penield's dress.
swell, did you everl" interjected
RS. Penfield. ,
But at this point Mrs. Percy de- (
ded that caterpillars were after her; ;
Id her nerves gave way. With a
rick, she yrenched and tore at the
awl, using both hands indiscrimi-
Itely. Fairly beside herself, she
ormed about the room. forgetful of 6
ct that dragged, of legs that refused
be supple. She shivered and k