Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-10-12

relaxed Experience II should nave Deen
There they all were. bless them, in the
boxy old red brick house in which every
member of that family of five children
had frst seen the light of day.
IT WAS a house plastered over. time and time
aSain with the most poignant memories OF
Emily Stodeld Brandt's life. Her baby nnger-
prints were stih ON one of the under layers OF
wall paper m what had once been the nursery
and which now served as guest room during
family reunions or visits of the married children
Emily had seen the light of adolescence In
this house. the happy teens, the first eager
twenties; love- marriage.
Coming back to 1t after five-year period as
the wife of a young attache to Far East gov
eminent was the reward of silent nostalgia
she had privately endured through every one OF
the long intervening months. Not even her
mother with hair that had gone even winter in
the In rival and who now sat In her accuSbomed
place at the head of the table. her hand IN the
familiar gesture of fitting the teapot, had sensed
to what extent this girl had been lonely for her
IN many ways all except the fundamental one,
H was an ideal home coming There were all
four of her brothers and sisters. with wives
husbands, children. around that board and her
father, even with his deafness and increasing
debilities still sitting with his handsome old au-
thority at his place where the sideboard mirror
reflected him three times.
The only one missing Of all the little compact
group was Robert. His work attache did not
permit visit from the Far East.
This was Emily's trip alone, after five years,
back TO the sweet. warm scenes Of her childhood.
This Emilys trip-Silently, secretly her
trip. Not even Robert yet knew the deep
rooted mission of her trip. She had come
home to the bosom Of her family to unburden
that snission.
How good and staple and right and normal
AIaox Eli anA he
wife, Marie Their marriage had taken, all
right. Regarding them across the table. they
seemed to Emily, SO tired. like sleep purring
young cats. Even the high-handed, always
difficult to manage sister Hilda had found her
mate in Hugh. Their banter. nervous and
high, quick, good natured; their shafts Of
glances seeming to dart through intervening
figures straight for one another The same
with Mercina and Roy. The brood which
came home occasionally to roost at the paternal
board was thriving one
The brood had come home now TO do honor
to Emily. five years absent, and the only one
of the children who had as yet set foot on
foreign land
Aunt Emily do Cinnamon eat dead rats?"
How good to be among these her own! The
prattling children Of her brothers and sisters;
the warm understanding glances of those with
whom she had grown up.
Daughter, tell us about Roberts work.
"Ah, Father. Robert will 60 far. These years
are just MS apprenticeship he taxes 70 uIpio-
macy like fish to water"
well, the family needs some one to shed
a little glory of distinction on it, what say.
Father"
This from Roy at IS lumber millionaire.
and already known for philanthropies.
Curious OF his wife. Letta. sitting beside him,
with her hand touching his. to utter that,
What, yes?"
RUT oh, how good to be home among them.
How 1t eased her heart and at the same
time wrung it with the tightness of pain.
To have to enter a wedge here! To have to
inject into this well group the first
strange alien note of disharmony And yet the
time had come irreyocably the time had come.
Five years of warding 1t of had been only
evasion.
Thank God, her mother would understand.
No matter how difficult the telling; no matter
how bitter for her to have to hear, the woman
there in the lace cap, fitting the teapot with q
gesture dear TO Emily, would understand, !, -,
LateE THIS, rest OF, them must knoY, Father.
w""e high pride you'd fsgttfF Is MeFeins Eha.