The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1924-12-19

up and down the street.
That's the car" he said, Indicating
one that had been left empty before
the post Office door, IF you get In
there and wait for Mrs. Josselyn she'll
be right out Of somewhere"
Joe Latimer went across the street
again, and took the baby from its
mothers arms.
THAT'S ENsn's car, therel |" he said,
smiling nervously. Lizzie did not
speak. Her cheeks were burning with
excitement Il can't believe we're
herel" Joe echoed her thought In
a few minutes Wen see herr
| "Oh. don't" Lizzie said, family.
With the baby on one arm, and the big
| suitcase in his free hand, Joe went to
the waiting motor, and Lizzie. carrying
the little suitcase, followed He put
his wife and baby in the tonneau. but
was too nervous himself to join them
there, and walked up and down the
sidewalk instead, turning his head
whenever screen-door banged, to look
for Ellen.
Suddenly they saw her, IN a doorway
hundred feet away, talking to some
other marketing woman. The same
Ellen, with her blue honest eyes and
her sensitive. sweet mouth. There
was some new quality in her face and
manner: what was itl-responsIbility
gravity, tenderness, Joe could not tell
He walked up to her. and she raised
surprised eyes.
"Mornin', Mis- Josselyn I"
The puzzled look In her eyes changed
swiftly, and she put her hands out and
caught at him vaguely, as II to hold
dream
Joe Latimerl Joer' She CROPPED
for her handkerchief. laughing as she
wiped her eyes; tears of joy stood In
his own. But Joe DEAR what brings
you here! l simply can't believe 1t
can't believe my eyesl" she said
Lizzie brought mel" Joe grinned.
Ellen dropped his hand to go swiftly to
the motorcar
"LizzieI - she echoed radiantly. Her
eyes fell upon the bundle In Lizzie's
arms, across which Lizzie must lean to
return her kiss. But-but-what |"
Ellen stammered. "You-you two
haven't got babyT"
Joe thought that one moment was
worth all the fatigue of the long trip.
Haven't we7" he said, as Ellen,
on the curb with the precious
bundle In her arms, opened the tissues |
that screened the tiny face, and bent
her own cheek against the warm. unre-
little cheek.
well, 1 have never had such a de-
icious surprise in my life !" Ellen ex-
claimed. you darling!" she crooned
o the baby. What did you name him,
Toe?
I'VE thought a good name for him
would be Ellen" grinned joe 1t was
'ood to hear her old laugh again, and
zee the pleasure In her eyes as she
danced from face to face.
Named for me? Ny own tiny niece
IN, Joe, you make me proud |" She
ave the baby back to Lizzie, and
TODD for moment, resting her hands
n the car door, and still trying to re-
ain her breath after the surprise
Well, now, I'll take you homel I may
ave something else to do while I'm Q
town, but 1t has gone completely out
my head, If / havel / can't wait to '
ct home. TO show Gibbs what I've 0
rought with mel"
Talking of little, inconsequent =
lings, as those who love each other, 1
nd who meet after years, always must q
D at first, they drove through the
1sty street, and past fiat fields where L
lining brown grass, and so climbed a c.
irving road into the hills. d
Here and there on the slopes brown
lngaIow clung half-hidden in trees. p
len pointed at a sloping roof, half
ay between the ridge and the shore. In
That's the house." she told them. tn
belonged to Mr.. Perry, who knew al
IBIS, you know, and he loaned 1t to
at first. But we loved It so we II.
uldn't think Of moving away, and a
ar ago Gibbs bought It." az
It's wonderful life to me-" Ellen ar
mItted thoughtfuIly And as she CT
Ide no motion to start the car, but
twisted about in her seat, looking hs
wn vaguely at the sea, Joe wondered FIR
hin what that new look In her eyes In
ant. I'VE can't get enough of it,"
added. IT'S all 80 deliciously sim gr
, and so free: like being children RAJ
I'm. It's taken US back to our sum-
rs In Brittany. George and Harriet CT
re here in-in July, ! think It was.
bs' friends are always going and wa
ling through San Francisco, and in
Y come DOWN. br,
Lord, wbet airI" Joe said. with 4 all
p breath The sweet odor Of the wa
Is was drifting through the stu ]
NTH. sIv
Oh, it's marvellous, Joe. December thi
pit to have days ike this, and Feb daI
y u great month for picnics I" fac
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