Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-06-14
,,.in,,ed from Yesterdays starl
CHAPTER XIII.

/" INES, like the structure OF so
ciety. change, and nelgnpoE
hoods alter also. Holly coulo
- etiI1 remember her mother
horror when simmons grocery
Has established at the corner ana
also that day. a year ago now, When
the McCook family moved in at ~,
sscross the street from the Bayne
house, and at once advertised LUZ
hoarders. laa
Mrs Bavne. from that time on mao
behaved precisely as though NO: %
Mad heen eliminated from Kelsey
street she still recognized SO and ~,
but there was, according to her view
NO so at all. ..
q Rut 90. after the manner of such
affairs. was extremely cognizant oil VI.
Fs"Stjlck-up things!' said Mrs. NC
Cook. Believe me. Clara. I'm sorry
for them. They're that poor and dirty
proud. Putting on all those airs, ana
like as not, nothing to eat IN the
But' although she might pity and
scorn them, her interest in them
grew. rather than abated. Especially
was this the case after she had learned
their story at the grocery store: Inc
first visit of Furness Brooks she ob-
served caretully, anu ohS uoS SAiS WA
fided to Clara that
1.-The girl over at 81 has a IelloW'
Not much to look at, either.
Hes got a car" said Clara, as
though that answered the objection.
At 7:3O in the morning it was Mrs.
McCooks custom. to take a broom,
and. stepping out of her front door,
from there to survey her world. NOT
that it varied from day to day. AT
such and such time Mr.. Williamson
would leave No. 81. the morning pa.
per tucked in his overcoat pocket, ana
start out on his campaign to see mat
widows and orphans were not lett pen
niless, but were adequately protected
by insurance. At such and sucn a
time would the Moriarity boy run 10
Simmons, grocery for the bread ms
tshiftless mother had forgotten the day
before, Fright and early. too, her
basket on her arm, Mrs. Kahn, at 80,
would sta.t for the kosher butcher
shop in the next block. and the front
door of tho Bayne house would open,
and Holly, looking neither here nor
there, would brush off the front steps.
But, on one never-to-be-forgotten
morning, Holly looked across the
street and smilingly nodded to her.
If a queen in a gilded coach had
leaned out and bowed to her, she
could not have felt more thrilled. 1t
was only a day or so after that she
heard Mrs. Bayne was i'll, and that
Holly had telephoned from the grocery
for the doctor. That afternoon she
baked a .custard, and, putting it
on her best plate, carried it across
the street.
When Mrs. Bayne herself opened
the door. she almost dropped it.
II heard you were SICK" she said.
at just thought-it's custard. It's
kind of light and nourishing."
THAT was very thoughtful of you.
But I'm quite well now" said Mrs.
Bayne. s--
"You might as well take it. 1
haven't got any use for it," said Mrs.
McCook. holding out the plate.
: And Mrs. Bayne had taken it, very
graciously.
That terrible womanw she said
later to Holly. tShe just wouldn't
let me refuse it,"
'why on earth should you, Mother?
You wouldn't resent card Of SYM
pathy, or flowers
But food! I won't have her run.
ming in and out"
ST don't think it would ever occur
to her, : said Holly with slightly
heightened color, and let it go at
that.
On the same night, then, that James
Cox had tried to drown his misery, at
about 2 O'Clock, the McCook doorbell
rang and Mrs. McCook sat up in bed
and prodded her husband.