The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1934-09-14

| with affection as he watched the road
ster skid round the curve.
Got him mad, .gorry-me, got him
mad. Guess l went to work the right
way to wake that young Teller up"
He chuckled, proddAd thoughtfully
with the straw, before he reflected
aloud:
II wonder, though, how much ]
really had to do with his staying"
Dusk and Mrs. Puffer appeared
simultaneously at the red brick house.
Prudence was placing fresh blotter
on her brothers desk in the living
room when the massive woman wad-
died in and set a. crisp golden brown
loaf on the table.
That's for luck. My grandmother,
who was Welsh, always carried along
loaf when she went visiting. She
claimed 1t brought good fortune"
1T smells marvellous Raisins-
hundreds of them! I'm going to eat
that crusty end this minute"
"Glad you like it; knew you wouldn't
have time to cook today, SO left some
things In the kitchen for your supper.
I wanted to come up and help, but 81
said you had everything planned SO
fine that the moving went as II twas
on creased wheels. He thinks you're
a wonder. Don't know but what I'll
get jealous. Her small brown eyes,
f1ecked with green, disappeared in rolls
Of flesh when she laughed.
Prudence dropped to floor cushion
beside the chair. She swallowed an
especially plummy mouthful
jealous! A woman who can make
bread like this! You don't have to
worry about keeping your men folk
off the street I'll wager they are on
time for every meal"
Mrs Puffer's eyes filled, her lips
quivered. ISL Is all the men in the
family now-we had one boy" She
touched tiny gold star pinned on the
breast of her gown. "This stands for
a white cross in France"
Prudence laid her hand on the
Ah6CNS" 1CoA NAAcs L 0AhOAs
can understand your heartache. I
wasn't very old when David went
across, but I remember Mothers eyes
when the doorbell or the phone rang.
They seemed to knife through my
heart even when she smiled and talked
in her beautiful voice. She had such
gay courage"
"Gay courage! That's the sort
Most folks talk of grim courage. I
guess that idea came from our Puritan
ancestors. But your brother came back
safe, dearie. They told me in the viii
lage that he wears ten bars on his
Victory medal"
"Yes, for carrying ammunition to
the Front Of the Front in ten cam
paigns."
"They tell me, too, that isn't all you
have to be proud Of him for" She
resolutely cleared her voice. "We're
getting kind of solemn In the freight.
You look real handsome in that dress,
it's Just the color Of the shine in your
hair, faint red an faint yellow, it's
like some Of my prize zinnias-and
those wax beads around your neck are
awful pretty"
Wax beadsi jules pearlsl What
would Mrs. Puffer say If she knew
their value?
'sWhat sort Of man is Mr.. Galloway,
Mrs. Puffer? Something Of an exhibit
ZIONIST, isn't he?"
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slightly shaken. "Dearie, you gave
me a start. 81 told me I must warn
you about Len. and I was thinking
how I'd best begin when you up and
ask the question. Don't trust him."
Prudence chuckled. Mrs. Puffer's
contentious voice was so out Of char
acter with her personality.
"Has he always lived here?"
sHe was bora in this house."
Here !"
~Lors, Miss Prue, before you've
lived here a month you'll think every
person In the United States had q
relative who was born in this house,
or one who died here. Folks Is ever
lastingly stopping to ask If they may
look around because someone who be-
longed to them once lived here"
"Sort of a combination of maternity
hospital and detention house for
heaven, wasn't 1t? 1t is almost dark.
Let's have a light" She applied
match to the wick in the lamp on the
table. tits outl I'm clumsy. Won
der why Uncle Austin didn't have elee-
tricity put In. Therel It's lighted"
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