New Britain herald., 1928-11-01
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 Over the poverty and discomfort ia. the little yellow house broods a mothers love. which transmutes the dtnsy home to palace of love and besity. Emmy. the only daughter. yA disappointed with her surround ingA envious of her wealthy rela- @itlves, eager to leave. There is quiet, . hard-working Robb. who loves her, but who represents to her only pponeylesg. boring future. She de- cides to get away from dingy Flow re9 street and live her own life, in lHtls apartment of her own. where -sAe can entertain as she likes. Mrs. Milburn. aftr a talk with her hus- s:hAn@. decides to ask Uncle Bill 1. Parks, who owns the house. If he win give it to them, since they have paid rent for twenty-five years. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XIII
 Uncle Bill Parks house on Lake Shore Boulevard was very large, very imposing, and very ugly. Built nf dark gray stone and fairly bris- ting with turrets. 1t always made Emmy think of Bluebeard's castle in the picture books of her child hood. It was set in the middle of broad acres, and wide driveway -Iound up to it's entrance porch where . pair of awkward-looking stone lions mounted guard.
 'a The Parks family never had cared one bit for beauty. but they had had an eye for grandeur always. tss Within, the house was just as ,gloomily magnificent as the outside of it was. The room where Mrs. Milburn and Emmy waited that Sunday night was treasure house of top-heavy Chinese vases. gilt chairs and whatnots, hideous Sstarched curtains of real lace, and pafQuet floors covered with bright rTurkish rugs.
 i z -Ail they need here is our Dying SGladiator lamp" giggled Emmy: n.then 1t would be perfect"
 ~Hush!"' Mrs. Milburn said. "It's ta very handsome room. l wonder how your uncle is."
 A white-cappe1 nurse came in and led them up the velvet t-covered stairs to Uncle Bills bedroom.
 'Please don't stay with him very sfong," she said quietly to them, her hand on the silver door knob.
 They went in.
 The old man sat up in . big iack-walnut bed with grapes and peaches and apples carved upon its corners. A dressing gown of corded black silk was wrapped around him. and above it his face seemed very white, not at all like the high-col- orsd face that Emmy had watched in church 70 many Sunday morn ingk
 ,'a '.Cold on my chest, Rosy" he told Mrs. Milburn in hoarse voice when she stopped to kiss him on is fore head. Played golf in the rain the other day"
 "You don't take . bit of care of yourself" she said, and drew a little jar from her handbag. She set it on his bedside table. T brought you some crab-app.e jelly. It's the way you like 1t; not too sweet"
 She was always giving him little things, as if she were trying to make up to him for the months whsn no rent was paid for the little yellow house. She never forgot him at Christmas or on his birthday, and be never remembered her.
 She told him all the news from Flower street-told him about Dams making the high-ychool football team. about Emmy's course at tuMness school. about the new blue automobile in which MT. Jim Tello drove to the woolen mill every morning.
 At last she got around to the lit- tie yellow house. Emmy saw her catch her breath and brace herself like . swimmer ready to take a plunss into deep and dangerous wa ter.
 Uncle Bill" she began, "Charlie rand have been living in your house for twenty-stx years. During that time we must have paid you six or .tevsn thousand dollars in rent-and the place int worth that much. We've really paid for it."
 She twisted her ack-gloved fin gers in her lap nervohsly. Charlie thought perhaps you'd give us the