The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1927-01-28
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With Itching Rashes
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81 thought that you'd hate It. You always
seemed sO-remOte. You see, to me Il isn't
sOrdid nor ugly. But to you l thought it
might be-"
"Then where is the trOuble2 You said
that it was awful"
Barbara answered Unexpectedly: at is
his wife. She's a good sort. l like her-it
isn't her fault. She's been aWfully decent
to me. One wants to be straight"
Eva gasped-as one who has been stiff
ling and suddenly feels the fresh air rush
into the lungs. Barbara wanted to be
She, too, in her time had been straight"
but not from any abstract love Of straight
ness, but because she was afraid. Barbara
was better than she had been.
$50 you're going tO-cut it2"
I'm trying" The little clear face looked
distorted.
"TH help. Won't you let me helpP"
"Oh, mOther-yOu're jolly good. / never
meant to tell yOu-it seems a shame. But
In her heart Eva was saying, "My baby,
my baby" Aloud she said: go TO bed now,
dear, don't worry. Wen fight it through
together"
"Father mustn't know"
"Of course not" That sounded ugly; a
deliberate deception Of Timothy; but not
for the first time; she had deliberately de-
ceived him all her life, as to her emotional
experiences.
And thinking Of this she said: 1--WE got
TO help you and HarTy-and Christopher
1t sounds so silly, but Harry said"
"Harry's been talking of Christopher"
"Yes-is-there anything i'm it2 There
can't be-a child"
Barbara said slowly, staring into the
dazzling rods Of the electric fire: 81 think
CHRISTOPHER wants help, tOO-he's q Jolly
kid but-Harry's worried about him"
What does he dO2 What do you mean2"
Hes sly, not truthful. Harry's hushed
up one or two rows. 1t makes us mad to
see how he takes you and father In. l
think you ought to know, so that you
could tell father. Neither Of US likes to tell
father"
Eva was seeing Christopher in a wOOlly
suit flying round a garden looking like
an animated rose; only a few years ago.
She asked quickly what has he dOne2"
"Well, he takes things. He had my little
necklace l pretended I'd lost. And some
money out of Harry's pocket. I'm sorry,
mother"
It's fearfully late"
yes. It's fearfully late-fOr you. I know
l generally sit up a bit. I don't sleep so
we'll"
Eva did not dare kiss her; she felt that
If she did they would both weep and weep
and never let each other 20.
"Ell talk to you in the morning. Wen
talk about it all in the morning."
Yes. I'm glad that you know. / hope /
haven't bothered yOu-I'm glad you know"
Good night, Babs, don't worry
"GOOd night, mother. I'm all right"
Eva went back to her room; the pale
lamp was alight by the bedside, all the
comfort and luxury was revealed-blasted.
She opened an inner door and peeped
into the darkness where Timothy sleft, so
comfortable, peaceful and righteous; these
misfOrtunes had nothing to do with him,
nor would they ever be told to him save
they were revealed by open disaster; they
came through her and she would have to
deal with them.
Eva closed the door. Always had been
this gently closed door between herself
and Timothy. She sat down by the bed
Just when she thought that it was all
over that she was safely in harbOr-hOW
crazy that thought had been. There was NJ
harbOr save death.
All to do over a~gain-Barbara's Illicit
passion, Harry's misplaced career, Chris
tOpher's crOOkedness-her own Illicit pas
sion, her own misplaced career, her owl
crOOkedness, all coming out In her children
All the things she mad suppressed, de
MED, hidden in herself coming to light fl
them, all the old battles to fight owe,
2 again.
No end. No end. She thought of tn,
dry, dead thistle to which she had com
pared h~erself-safe, graceful, finished.
: How foolish was the smile. That with
cred cOrOnal had been full Of flying see'
: that had been waited away into the air
! and all over the fields were young thistles
green, fresh, vigorous, and exposed to al
the disasters the open way holds 70
I youth.
j. Copyright: 1926: By Marjorie BOwen.)