New Britain herald., 1929-05-31
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my0cI Oy Inc tln0 nc n40 uulDne0 his little tirade. and turned quietly away from him and released myself beside my boy.
 But the next instant my small son was no longer beside me. He had flung himself after the retreatinE figure of his father. and seized his arm with both hands. while his voice rose in impassioned angry protest.
 Junior Protests
 My mother isn't what you called her." he choked, evidently under the impression that ethereal martyr" was some epithet calling for blood shed upon the part of the lady's sworn knight. Several months be- fore. after an orgy of medieval story telling. he had begged me to give him the accolade of knighthood with his wooden sword. and also had begged for a piece of ribbon from one of my gowns to wear in his cap. I had played the combina- tion role of sovereign and sweet heart with tears behind my smiles for the adoration which realized lay beneath the little chaps play. and it was with a fierce joy in his championship that I heard his ar- raignment of his father, though I knew that later I must take him to task for his rudeness and send him to Dicky with an apology. For always my husband and I have kept one unspoken pact. Never has either of us, in the ab- sence of the other, belittled each others authority or uttered a criti- cism of any sort. To do Dicky jus tice. also, told myself, although I found the admission difficult. so angry was l, the occasions of his n.y. ing out at me before Junior were rare. With Lillian's words still echoing in my ears, I wondered if the jealousy of my work with Philip Veritzen which I knew prompted his outburst. might not have its roots as she had said-in-
 l pulled myself up short. Not yet was willing to consider that possibility even in my remotest thought processes. But when did a woman fail to find a certain soften- ing thrill in the conjecture that her husbands anger is prompted by jealousy?
 A Poignant Moment Juniors high-pitched voice was sweeping on. perilously near to tears now.
 She's the best mother in the whole world" he shouted. and you shan't make her feel bad by calling 1 her names just when she's going away"
 Dicky permitted his son to pull him around so that he faced me. At the look upon his face my muscles tensed in terror, then relaxed as the fierce anger vanished as quickly as it had come. But I knew that in that momentary wrath. he had been very near to physical chastisement | of his small son for the little lads championship of me, and shivered at the knowledge that such a scene would have indelibly branded its bit. terness upon all three of us. But there was rancor mingled with infinite weariness in his voice as he finally answered the boy.
 You do not understand, Junior. haven't called your mother names. But you are . good boy to stand up l for her. Always do that You might remember, however. that I am going away, too, tomorrow morn ing"
 He loosened the boys hands and strode quickly away. Junior stood looking after him for . second, his lists clenched. his chest heaving. Then he threw himself face down. ward upon the grass, and vented his anguished perplexity in a loud vail such as he had not used for many months.
 "Oh. dear!" he cried. "Why can't have my father and mother to- gether. and all of us loving each other lots as we used to do...'
 I half rose from my seat to rush to him. but saw Dicky slacken his stride irresolutely. and I sank down again. Did he mean to come back?
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