New Britain herald., 1928-10-23
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Shut within the doors of every home thers is the warm and glow- ing story of . mothers incompar- able love. Mrs. Milburn had come to the Little Yellow House. on Flow CT street. owned by Uncle Bill Parks. twenty-five years before. when she and Charlie Milburn were married. Through all these years they had only known poverty. Mrs. Milburn had kept everything neat and looked after her three children: Emmy. eighteen: Dan, thirteen. and Perry, twenty-one. While the little yellow house. on the ugly street near the mill. was now sooty and beerimed, it had never lost its charm for Mrs. Milburn. Tho story opens on Mrs. Milburn's birthday. Grandmother Pentland. who had never approved of Mrs. Milburn's marriage to Charlie, has arrived. Grandmother urges Mrs. Milburn to accept fifty dollars as present from her to pay the long overdue rent. Grandmother takes the oppor- tunity of again scolding about the shiftlessncs of Charlie Milburn. Mrs. Milburn finally takes the money. As Grandmother is leaving she asks Emmy to take her out to her car. Grandmother warns Emmy to pay n attention to Robb Hollis, young "orker. who IS in love with Emmy wants | white collar" ,nl Robb wears work ing cio n moment of depres- sion, Esl.:.-, decides that she Is not soing to spend her days in the little old house. She wants something finer. Emmy has brought homo . pair of white gloves for a birthday present to her mother. Perry. the son. arrives home with a new lamp for his mother. Early in the evening Charlie Milburn arrives home in a taxicab He is intoxicated. as usual. but Mrs. Milburn always tells the children he is il.. Charlie has no money to pay his taxi bill and Mrs. Milburn takes the fifty dollar bill. which she had intended to use for paying the rent.
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 CHAPTER V
 Emmy ran up to her mothers room and came down with Grand mother Pentland's birthday present in her hands.
 T hate to give him this. It's . nfty-dollar bill. Do you suppose he can change it?' Mrs. Milburn asked, her doubting eyes fixed on the taxi driver waiting at the foot of the steps.
 If he hasn't change. he can get it." said MT. Milburn easily. with . wide sweep of his hand.
 "Yes, but I'd hate him to lose it.. It's the rent money. Mother gave it to me this afternoon for Uncle Bill"
 Whats she giving you rent money for. I'd like to know" Mir. Milburn asked angrily.
 Mrs Mitburn stepped out into the night with the bill in her hand. Her husband followed her. and stood swaying on the threshold.
 "Why should we keep on paying rent. anyway" he asked loudly and belligerently. We've been paying tt for the last twenty five years haven't we? We've bought this shack six times over!"
 Hush" said Mrs. Milburn over her shoulder. Tho neighbors will hear you"
 He came back into the hall and stood there. teetering. with his hands in his pockets. His handsome bloodshot eyes fixed themselves on | framed sampler that hung on the wall just behind Emmy. It had been worked in cross stitch by Grand mother Pentland long ago in her girlhood. It bore the date 1870 and this legend:
 East. west,
 Home Is best"
 Mfr. MiIburn turned his larky gaze from 1t to his daughter Emmy.
 Home" he quoted thickly. Home is the place where. when you have to go, they have to take you in"
 He started superbly toward the stairs they swayed unsteadily for an instant. reaching blindly for something to take hold of. Mrs. Mill burn. coming in from the porch