Beverly banner. [volume] (Beverly, N.J.) 1877-1964, 1924-08-22

A deep discomfort fell upon her, and
she began to turn to the world-old
refuge of women: she would marry.
Then, when the urgent financial Ques-
ton was laid at rest, she might begin
to make her way.
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| joe with an umbrella, met her with
the first rush of pure country air, at
| the station. Ellen, whose Celtic heart
was always eagerly reaching for evil
dences of affection in this adored
younger brother, thought this wonder
fully sweet in Joe.
He was a big, numbering, loosely
built lad of eighteen, in muddy boots,
rough corduroy trousers, and with a
gray sweaters rolling collar touching
his ears. Winter and summer Joe lived
in this or similar sweater. His I'M
tidy black hair fell in long lock be-
tween his handsome black eyes; he
| grinned amiably at his sister.
| Joe had declined high school, and
had driven the village grocery wagon
/ during his fifteenth year. Then he had
worked with the plumber, and the cleo
| trician. After that he had worked
upon private yacht for whole sum
mer, had lived In New York for few
months, deeply enjoying his initiation
into the work of cub reporter, and
only two weeks ago, upon Grandpa
Latimer becoming distrustful of the eff
feet upon so young boy of boarding
in the city, Joe had indifferently and
good naturally returned home, and en-
gagged himself to Bates. Joe was ut
terly devoid of ambition.
The Latimer house was on the right
side Of Main street, perhaps the tenth
or twelfth in an unbroken line of
fenced, old-fashioned village homes.
All these houses were wooden, and
simple Of design: four windows sep
arated by porch door downstairs, five
windows in an unbroken row upstairs,
looking out upon the porch roof. There
was definite, primitive beauty about
somewhat softened their ugliness;
their small-paned windows radiated
homely cheer. But Ellen saw no beauty
here, she longed for one Of the modern
smaller houses up toward Flower hill
houses with bathrooms In them, and
electric light, and fireplace and fur
naces; houses with wide windows, and
shingles and white paint.
Her aunt nodded to her from the
kitchen stove, and Ellen, who had hung
up her hat and coat, smiled back as
she warmed her hands over the glow.
There was delicious smell In the
kitchen. Ellen gave deep smiling
sigh at the sight of creamed mutton
stew with dumplings, corn pudding and
fried sweet potatoes.
"Oo-Auntyl What good dInneri
And I'm starving"
"Well, hope you'll get enough"
Mrs Baldwin said with the little nerv-
Gus twitch Of her countenance that
passed for smile. There's a letter
for you up by the clock. Go tell grand
pa supper's ready, and see If I've left
anything off the table,"
Ellen escaped the tireless voice. She
went into the living room, rather
small room where the round table was
already set for supper. An alright
stove was here, and near it sat old
Captain Latimer, with his thin silky
white hair brushed scrupulousIy, and
his old carpet slippers resting on the
nickel-plated shield of the stove. He
wore old gray trousers, and brown
| Jacket he called his "Cadogan," and
over his chest thin beard flowed, as
white as milk. His sharp eyes were
bright blue, in clean, weather-beaten
face
Do, EEiiiin7 T. ne said, in sharp, high
old voice. Don't Elsie p'pose to give
us no supper t'night?"
"Two seconds, grandpa ~ Ellen an
swered absent-mindedly. Her eyes
were only for her letter, big square
letter. Who was 1t from? All! it was
from Mrs Rose, Of course.
Two minutes later the exulting Ellen
was back in the kitchen.
AUNT Elsie, isn't this wonderful?
Isn't this just lovely. Mrs Rose wants
me to go to her Thanksgiving house
party. Her son, that's Arthur, and the
| girl, Lucia, are going to have lot of
| friends at Hastings on Hudsonl Oh, I
think she's darling to want me. And
here's my ticket and all-my made
over gray dress, and my lace dress
doesn't 1t just seem as If my clothes
were made for this special thing? And
she signs it: Your friend, Abby Car
naby Rose; think Carnaby's stun
ming name"
Thus Ellen, suffering and stumbling
in her joy and excitement. and all the
while automatically assisting in the
process of ''dishing up" They were all
hungry and ate fast. Ellen propped
her letter against the teapot and re-
called her family with the delights of
winter house parties among the upper
classes; Joe listened with grin; the
old Captain drank his tea noisily from
his saucer, and removed from his