New Britain herald., 1928-11-03
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Qtse the poverty and discomfort
6ytAs little yellow house broods a
1k0sAnr,s love. which transmutes the
AtAey home to . palace Of love and
banty. Emmy. the only daughter,
b disappointed with her surround
iaks. envious Of her wealthy rela-
lives. eager to leave. There is quiet,
Woodworking Robb. who loves her,
but who represent to her only
moneyless. boring future. She de-
tides to get away from dingy Flow
er street and live her own life. in a
little apartment Of her own, where
she can entertain as she likes. Mrs.
Milburn, after a talk with her hus-
band, decides to ask Uncle Bill
Parks, who owns the house. II he
will give 1t to them. since they have
bald rent for twenty-five years. Un-
lie Bill says to wait until he feels
vood enough to get down town to
his office. He will then decide. Mrs.
M1lburn discovers her husband has
taken Dan. the son, about fourteen
year old. to a pool room. Emmy
decides to give luncheon for some
kirl friends at the little yellow
house. Her father promised to pay
tor an extra woman to serve. but he
did not come home all night.
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CHAPTER XIV
He did not come home until the
fext afternoon.
He came at o'clock when En-
my's friends sat at the luncheon
table exclaiming politely over the
almond filling cake that Mrs. Gross
man was passing around.
Ibid You ever taste anything half
70 good? All this gorgeous gooey
stuff" cried little Lovey Sinclair,
popping large piece OF it into her
mouth
= Emmy's heart swelled with pride.
$50. What a wonderful job her
mother had done after all, just as
Qhe had promised she would! The
food waa delicious. the centerpiece
Of leaves and chestnuts around the
pumpkin was just as pretty as 1t
could be. Through the sitting-r@ ON
door she could see the little card
tables all In readiness.
Mother made the cake, Lovey."
the said. ''Grandmother's old cook,
Rosetta, gave her the recipe" Her
teice trailed off into nothingness.
Her eyes became fixed and staring.
In the doorway that led from the
hall stood Mr.. Milburn. He was
dressed just ~ he had been the
Night before, ouly he looked as If
~ Aad slept In his clothes. His
face was unshavrn and his hat was
en the side of his head. He smiled
uncertainty but broadly at the girls
who sat 1T his table.
Waves Of shame swept over En-
ny q. she saw them lift their heads
b look at him. She couldn't move
/. muscle. She just sat in her place
like SEINE figure carved out OF
marble.
In the hall the clock struck the
hour of two. And. as If the sound
Of it brought her to life once more.
Emmy jumped up from the table.
She went to her father and drew
him with her into the shadows Of
the narrow hall.
"Pleass 20 upstairs" she whis-
pered In agony. "Please-please-"
He gave her a grieved and
wounded look. "All right" he said
loudly: "all right, II you're ashamed
bf. your dad. Here's the money l
promised you for Mrs. Grossman.
Though, and = box Of candy for your
esae friends He handed her a small
sdatGd box. She could tell that 1t was
filisd with peanut brittle by the
smell that rose from 1t.
Thanks! Now do 60 upstairs
please"
He was a. solemn az an egg now,
and with an enormous dignity he
turned away from her and went up
the stairs. A moment later there
came the sound Of heavy fall in
the room above the dining room and
the quick patter Of Mrs. Milburn's
feet on the steps. She was seen no
more that afternoon.
Somehow or other the time wore
away. The girl played bridge, but
there was very little chatter. All
the: xaiefy Of the luncheon table
was gone. At four o'clock Cassie
0earS aaid she had to go - some
body or other was giving her a tea