New Britain herald., 1927-08-23

Iyou mean by sending all this truck
 out here to me? What do you mean
 by it?"
 Mrs. Jerome, who could cry as
 easily as she could turn on water
 faucet. began to cry now. Great
 tears began to brim over from her
 eyes and roll down her fat cheeks. Every thing about her was large - even her tears.
 I'm sure I misunderstood you,' she wept. T thought you wouldn't mind having us live in three or four of those great big rooms up- stairs. You remember l spoke to you about it, Emily"
 Aunt Emily gave snort like a war horse going into battle. "1es, and you remember what l told you too" she cried at a shout. T told you you couldn't come. l told you I wouldn't have you-and I won't.'
 Mrs. Jerome dropped with a thud down upon the steps that led to the porch and buried her face in her 1 hands. "Oh, whatll I do?" she moaned. Here I've given up the flat and the new people are moving in tomorrow! I haven't any place to go No roof over my head, if you turn me out now" Her sentence | broke up in a volley of sobs.
 Aunt Emily shot a look at Sally look that said things that she was too much of lady to say aloud.
 Then she spoke tersely to the two movers: Garry the stuff upstairs"
 She stalked ahead of them into the house, and Sally followed her. In silence they began to empty the three big bedrooms on the sunny side of the house.
 Put it all in the trunk room, Sally" she said, when all the furni- ture was piled in the big square hall Her voice was more like growl than anything else.
 T could just shake that mother of yours." she declared, still white with rage, as she and Sally piled chairs upon rolled-up mattresses and covered them with old sheets. "She knew perfectly well that she wasn't to come here! But she just made up her mind that she would, so she gave up her flat and came! She makes me thing of a river in flood time-overflowing into the house, and doing all the mischief she can. Where do you suppose she is now? She ought to be up here, helping us,'
 Sally ran downstairs to find her mother.
 She found her In the pantry, quietly eating large slice of blue berry pie, while tears ran down her cheeks and into her mouth. On the shelf beside her lay her hand bag end new library book.
 T never was made to feel that l wasn't wanted in a place before in my life," she sobbed brokenly. as she popped the last of the pie into her mouth. You'd think we hadn't any right to live in this house to hear Emily talk. It's my house just as much as it's hers.'
 Sally knew that this was not the case. Aunt Emily had paid off the two mortgages on the place years before, when 1t had been willed to her by her father.
 She knew. moreover. that her mother knew it, too. But sometimes Mrs. Jerome forgot things. just for the sake of argument
 That night the family table was set for six people instead of just | Sally and Aunt Emily.
 Its the first square meal I've l had since I was here the last time" young Beau said with appreciation, as he consumed great quantities of | fried chicken and 'shoe string pota- toes. combination salad, hot rolls, and Danish pastry.
 Better enjoy it while you've got it, Beau" Aunt Elm answered him darkly. You aren't going to get i meals like this every night, unless you pay me a lot more board than you ever paid Sally. You're going 10 get just what you pay for here, and not ono thing more."
 Mrs. Jeromes face fell. IL was plain that she had been counting Ipon chicken dinners.
 Sally's heart went out 10 her She seemed so pathetic, sitting there with her red swollen eyes fixed on Ter plate. and her breast hcaving lnder it's blouse of soiled silk. Her ,lothes had not been fresh and potless since Sally had left.
 Sally had always devoted Saturday nights to cleaning and pressing and ncnding the clothes of the whole amily.
 Don't mind what Aunt Elm says Iothcr,' she told Mrs Jerome late hat night as she helped her to un- lress in the big front bedroom where wood fire scented and varmed the air. She's upset and leryous because We aren't doing hat you get chicken dinner every .ow and then"
 She kissed her mother and held Ter tight. She felt, somehow, that he never ought to have left her mother alone in the flat. with no me but Mabel and Millie to look 7 fter her. | Mrs. Jerome thought SO, too. i You shouldn't have come here, f