New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1928-11-10
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The little yellow house never
allowed its true dinginess because
Mrs. Milburn refused to let anyone
sec 1t. Her love transformed it to
q shining palace where sacrificing
devotion made everything out OF
nothing. Emmy. the only daughter.
wanted to lift herself from the sor-
didnes OF the little street she lived
in, to the heights where she felt she
properly belonged. After party
given by her rich cousin. Mariana.
she resolved to better herself some
day. Meantime she took business
course, paid for by Grandmother
Pentland, and snubbed, as well as
she could. Robb. the boy down the
street, who worked in mill. and
who represented the life she deter
mined never to let herself sink into.
One day Emmy met ono more the
man who looked like Robb. She re-
nembered their first meeting at the
ice skating rink. He had taken her
home. Her mother had said. Never
make yourself even a little cheap
and common, Emmy" Emmy learns
that the man il going with her cou-
sin, Mariana.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XXI
Christmas week always seemed
very Christmasy in the little yellow
house.
For days Mrs. Milburn had been
buying holly in the open market
down town and twisting it into
wreaths for doors and windows. She
had made anise drops and ginger
snaps that stood In tall brown
crock In the icy pantry. sending
most tantalixing 0dor into the cold
air.
For months she had been making
Christmas presents: towels and PIN
cushions and mems handkerchiefs.
She had tied them all up with tissue
paper and with red ribbons care
fully saved from the Christmas pres
ents she herself had received last
wear, Mrs. Milburn never threw
away a single thing that she thought
she might possibly find use for.
"'Wilful waste make woeful want,
she would quote when Emmy threw
away pieces of string or bits OF soap.
A fragrance of fir tree and baking
mince pies - the very smell of
Christmas! - welcomed Emmy on
Christmas Eve when she stepped
into the hall Of the house.
She went straight through the
dining room to the kitchen, from
behind whose closed doors came the
murmur of voices and the tap-tap !
Of a chopping knife in a wooden
bowl. Holding her dripping umbre!-
IL In one hand aid her sodden coat |
and hat and rubbers in the other,
she called out:
please open the door. some
body!"
It was flung open, and there |
against the steam and brightness OF |
the old kitchen stood Robb Hollis.
Here she Isl" He half turned his !
head toward Mrs. Milburn who sat
In the red rocker with the chopping |
bowl in her lap. Whenever Robn !
said "she" In that husky voice he
meant Emmy.
Here I am, soaked to the skin" |
said Emmy. Her eyes deepened and !
elowed as she looked up at him. All.
it was good to SEQ him again! To
hear the sound Of his deep nice
voice, To put her hand in his for
Just Q second. Robb. Nobody
like him anywhere. after all.
'Robb's had a Christmas present
already," Mrs. Milburn spoke from
her little low chair. Hes been
given the job As assistant superin-
tendent down here at the mill. Isn't
that fine?"
Emmy did not know what 1t meant
70 be the superintendent OF a wooden
mill as large as Mr.. Tello's. and so
she did not realize how extraord-
mary 1t was for Robb. at twenty
five, to step into such a position.
Zine, Robb." she said. setting
her dripping umbrella in one corner
OF the sink. How much money will
you make now"
He laughed, his eyes crinkling up
at the corners. more than I'm max
ing nova little. The point Is that
it's almost what you might call
white-collar job. l promised you I'd
get one, you know. But I didn't
know how soon 1t would be-"
She nodded. remembered the