The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1933-06-02
"Mrs. Aylesbury! Mr.. Ensloe !"

stretching out his hand to Cynthia.
The Captain was gone. He lay serene
ly on his pillows, so little changed by
death that his daughter could not be-
lieve he had spoken to her for the
last time.
Miss Mona dropped sadly after the
funeral. At last Doctor Bigham called
Mrs Ensloe aside for a talk, at the
conclusion Of which she announced
briskly that she was returning to New
York and taking her friend with her.
you've been promising me a visit
for twenty-five years, Nona," she said
Nov you're going to pay it."
"But Cynthia?" Miss Mona asked.
It was plain that the plan lured her.
She needed change and she had
always loved being with Eunice
What could 1 do with Cynthia and
Tenny? They can't stay here alone
with Geoff unless they have a chap
eron.''
For time it seemed as though that
obstacle could not be overcome. It
was Doctor Bigham who found the
solution.
"Look here" he said one evening
when he had dropped in for friendly
call. why on earth do you folks keep
this big house? / happen to know
that an apartment house company
would be glad to buy it-house, gar
den and all. Let Cynthia and Tenny
take an apartment for themselves for
the rest of the winter"
Cary seized on the idea with avid
ity. Cynthia could pay off all those
old bills that have been worrying
her, and Miss Mona would have tidy
sum left. The doctors scheme sounds
like good sense to me, Miss Nona!'
1t needed great deal of persuasion
to convince the legal owner of the
house of the wisdom of such a course
She had been born here, she had been
married here, both of her children
had opened their eyes in her bedroom
upstairs. Her husband, her mother
and her father had died in this house.
She wanted only to be allowed to
spend her few remaining days
"Few nothing" was Cary's derisive
comment. "When you get to New
York and spruce up with lot of new
clothes you'll look like a sixteen-year-
old. Besides, think of Cynthia! It'll
put her squarely on her feet for the
first time since she left college"
Cynthia herself opposed the plan
violently. She honestly believed that
her mothers health, never robust,
would be seriously affected if she left
the old house. That she herself would
benefit by the sale only strengthened
her opposition. At the same time she
had a feeling of balloons Juggling at
her heart. To be free Of those harass-
ing debts!
"Geoff could move into that nice
quiet hotel near the laboratory Mrs.
Ensloe said brightly. tits only four
months till he'll be leaving Denver
anyway" She slid her glance toward
Cynthia's face as she spoke and was
cheered to see the startled expression
which dawned on it.
Flossie, too, pushed the sale. She
felt that when the last link was cut
between Cary and his home she would
be surer of him. sour first wife"
gave signs of being in earnest about
her present Irritation.
you're all against me-" Miss Mona
said mournfully. "There's only one
thing l ask, let me get away with
Eunice before book is packed or a
room disturbed. want to remember
my home as it was, not all torn up
and dismantled."
So Cynthia and Geoff, with Cary,
saw the two women off to New York.
"Where are your" Geoff demanded
one afternoon, coming home early that
he might help with the work.
A faint halloo from the attic in
formed him of Cynthia's whereabouts.
He found her sitting on three-legged
stool before an open trunk, porting
over gray-leaved kodak book.
"My father gave it to me on my
eighth birthday" she said. "Look-
here he is! l used a whole roll of
films on him before learned to focus.
And here's Miss Mona, and here's
Cary in his first long trousers, and
here's the Captain"
He took it from her and turned its
pages with eager interest. Here were
dozens of Cynthias: Cynthia in
pleated skirt and white sweater, lead
ing an English bulldog on a leash;
Cynthia in riding costume astride a
pony; Cynthia with Cary, his arm
thrown protectively about her Shout
ders; Cynthia in her graduating frock,
all frills and with an armful of roses
Cynthia, Cynthia, Cynthia-repeated
over range of an entire decade.
eff only knew what to do with all
these things" she mourned. Heres
a trunk full of the Captains wedding
clothes, striped trousers, huge satin
tie, high silk hat and all. These
piles of Leslie's Weekly go back to
the Spanish American war. hate to
burn them or sell them to the rag
man. Here's the saddle 1 had for nv
Shetland pony-his name was Carna-
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