The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1925-04-10

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flushed face.
Hello, Cornelia y
A pretended start. notable for its bad
acting. "Oh, is it you, Mrs. DeJong !!
SUMS in my eyes. couldn't think it
was you like that"
Women's eyes, hostile, cold, peering.
Five o'clock. Six. The boy climbed
over the wheel, filed tin pail with
water at a farmhouse well. They ate
and drank as they rode along, for there
was no time to lose.
The boy had started out bravely
enough In the heat of the day, sitting
up very straight beside his mother,
calling to the horses, shrieking and
waving his arms at chickens that few
squawking across the road. Now he
began to dr0op.
SLEEPY, Sobig?"
mo. Should say not" His lids
were heavy. She wrapped the old
black fascinator about him. In the
twilight the dust cleaned white on
weeds, and brush, and grass. The far
of mellow sonance of cOwbeli.
Horses hoofs clopping up behind them,
wagon passing in a cloud of dust,
curious backward glance, or greeting
exchanged.
One of the Ooms boys. or JakOb
B0omsrna. you're never, going to mar
ket, Mis- DeJong!" staring with china
blue eyes at her load.
Eyes, ! am. Mr. Boomsma."
"That amt work for woman, Mis-
DeJong. You better stay home and let
| the men folks GO
Selina's men folks looked up at her
lone with the asking eyes of child.
one with the trusting eyes of a dog.
My men folks are going" answered
Selma. But then. they had always
thought her little queer, so it didn't
matter much.
She urged the horses on, refusing to
confess to herself her dread of the
destination which they were approach
ing Lights now. In the houses along
the way. and those houses closer to-
SCtHCI. AHC IVY SiCpt' A>h6ut hAN
come on.
The figure of the woman dropped a
| little now as the old wagon creaked
on toward Chicago. very small fig
ure in the black dress and shawl over
| her shoulders She had taken off her
old Black felt hat. The breeze ruffied
| her hair that was fine and soft, and it
| made little halo about the white face
that cleaned almost LUMINOSITY in the
darkness as size turned it up toward
the sky.
"Tll sleep out with So5ig in the
wagon. 1t won't hurt either of us.
1t will be warm in town, there in the
Haymarket Twenty-Five cents-maybe
fifty for the two of us. in the booming
house. Fifty cents just to sleep. 1t
takes hours of work in the fields to
make fifty cents
She drove along in the dark, dowdy
farm woman in shapeless garments ;
| just bundle on the rickety seat OF
n decrepit truck wagon. The lights of
tile city came nearer. She was think
ing clearly, If disconnectedly, without
bitterness, without reproach.
"My father was wrong. He said that
life was great adventure-a fine
show. He said the more things that
happen to you the. richer you are, even
| If they're not pleasant things. That's
living, he said. No matter what hap
| pens to you, good or bad, it's just 50
I much--what was that word he used!
so much-oh. yes-'yelvet. Just SO
much velvet. Well, it isn't true. He
had brains. and charm. and knowledge
and he died in gambling house, shot
while looking ON at someone else who
was to have been killed. Now
| we're on the cobblestones. Will Dirk
wake up? My little SO Big. = !. No
he's asleep. Asleep on pile of pc.
tato sacks because his mother thought
that life was grand adventures
fine show-and that you took it as II
came. A lie! I've taken it as it came
and made the best Of it. That isn't
the way. You take the best, and make
the most Of it, /. Thirty-fifth
street, that was. Another hour and q
half to reach the Haymarket.
Pm not afraid. After all, you just sell
your vegetables for what you can get
/. Well, it's going to be different
with him. I mustn't call him Sobig any
more. He doesn't like it. Dirk. That's
fine name. Dirk DeJong. Nc
drifting along for him. I'll see that he
starts with plan. and follows It,
He'll have every chance. Every chance
Too late for me, now. but he'll be diff.
ferent. =. Twenty-second street
Twelfth. :. Look at all
the people! =. I'm enjoying. this
No use denying 1t. I'm enjoying this
Just as l enjoyed driving along with
Klaas Pool that evening, years and
years ago. Scared, but enjoying it.
Perhaps oughtn't to be-but that's
hypocritical and sneaking. Why not
If l really do enjoy i'll I'll wake
him. Dirk! Dirk. we're al
most there. Look at all the people
| A. 81, 81.