The Ely miner., 1930-07-25
WANTED
TRIMMINGS
ABOUT HER
HOME
(G by D. j. Walsh.)

&c by D. J. Walsh)
-HE special rushed on into the
suburbs. To the paSser-by, Mary
Katherine sat serenely in the
rear coach with the baby on her
lap. To her own thought, under the
stress of pricking conscience, she
felt far from serene; she had been
brought up under many stern admO-
nitiOns. She could hear her mother
saying this very minute: Never is
ten to what doesn't concern YOU" and
YET she had heard the personal and
social affairs of two young passengers
who sat directly across the aisle.
She had tried looking out of the
window and humming softly TO her
self She didn't dare cough as that
would wake the baby. Never had she
tried so perSistently not TO hear and
yet to remember the wonderful things
about Society" she had never dreamed
could happen. They just seemed TO
know everything from the way TO set
stylish dinner table, to making wa
ter waves in their hair and cooking a
live lobster.
Everything they possessed, she and
Jim, was ugly and common. How could
the tall green glass candlesticks the
lady with the blue hat owned, ever
stand up on their shaky old table eS-
pecially if Jim put his feet on il after
his dinner. AS she summed il up, her
name, Mary Katherine, was the only
stylish thing she possessed.
The old lady, Mary Cordelia, had
just finished buying a gold framed
picture called, Sun Kissed Hills" 1t
would shame the room where she and
jim sat. Presently she remembered
the hills back home on her fathers
farm; they were pretty when the sun
kissed them. Maybe the red lacquer
Mary CordeIia had used thai morning
on her furniture would cheer things
up for her and JIM Jim just loved
red and so did the baby There they
were talking again.
You've just got to settle down and
please that husband of yours, Mary
COrdeIia. | haven't one or much of
anything but the people with whom
associate; like TO have everything"
My sakes !" gasped Mary Katherine.
'she wants her friends to have an
automobile anG radio machine, | sup
pose. That's my stern judgment of
her bLt-there she's talking again and
l just can't stop listening"
You should give up that silly no.
tel apartment. where hubby gets his
feet tangled up. So many lamps and
chairs are trying. You know he just
longs for place where he can grow
radisheS and onions. Then everything
you had could match"
Mary Katherine closed here eyes in
feeble prOtestatiOn. SO everything
must match. Nothing she owned had
ever matched except the pink things
for the baby which her mother had
sent. Maybe it wasn't wrong to re-
member the things about Society"
But the lady's poor husband-she
must forget she ever had heard about
that. They had a garden, she and
Jim. but it was full of sticks and pools
of muddy water
lin had been too busy at the mills
to plant grass. He must rest after
his hard days work i'm the heat of the
furnaces. She couldn't spoil his eve
ming with her and baby Selma. For a
moment the barrenness Of their home
hn
baby.
There, lOvey, hush," she crOoned.
"We always had trees on grandaddy's
farm, and places where the robins
could build nests. There were roses
and apples, lovey. But things didn't
match there. either"
There every one worked and hurried
and worked. There was no sunsets for
them. OF course she would never be
able to shine in Society,"" but she
meant to buy pair of green lass
candlesticks and a pot of lacquer.
She hurried to the door as the train
pulled into her station She could see
jim through the window waiting in
the car to meet her. Rows of new bum
galOws with bright muslin curtains
surrounded her. the yards filed with
the Mondays washing, while overhead
rolled the smoke from the mills. She
watched its incesSant, dangerous swirl
back to the place where Jim worked.
Half frightened. she suddenly decided
to ask his daddy to spade up their
garden and drain the front yard.
Would Jim help with all her plans
Jim was on the walk waiting to take
the baby while she climbed into the
seat at his side. She glanced with
pride at his manly presence. But his
smile was the comfort of her heart.
His smile disarmed the rudeness of
the men who envied his success at the
mills.
''Her eyes are as bright as brass