The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-01-27
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Icloth S, weeK-oId newspapers.
There were crumbs IN stove and
sink. The coffee pot, with a
scruff Of grounds on spout and lid,
stood on the window sill.
1t was the first morning Gypsy
had got out of bed before break
fast, under doctors orders. Now
she donned one of her old sum-
mer prints and, having assured
herself that the baby was warm
and wasn't in a draft, she at
tackled the kitchen.
Wasn't Tom coming back?
Would she have to battle with
this disorder all day? She began
to regret having let Mrs. Burby
go, as wave after wave of weak
ness swept over her. But her
spirit was valiant. She filled the
dishpan with warm soapy water
and stubbornly attacked the dis
couraging task. She had stacked
the cups and saucers in the
drainer and was beginning to eX-
perience the fine flavor of en-
enlargement when she heard a
| thin reedy wall.
She hurried TO the baby. What
is it? What does he want, the
darling?"
Oh, what an idiot she was! He
was used to his bath at precisely
this hour. Mrs. Burby had I'M
pressed on her the Importance Of
doing the Same thing at the same
time for David. And she had
been forgetting.
CHE was not really strong
- enough, but it seemed worth
both labor and exhaustion TO be
rid of the dawdling, ncvcr-silent,
complaining Mrs. Burby. The first
day GYPSY was carried through
| by sheer force of will and nerv-
Gus energy. Tom tried agency
after agency, but there seemed
no one anxious to do cooking and
general homework IL family with
a brand new baby. At the end
of "a hours young Mrs. Weaver
found herself almost regretting
the departure of her erstwhile
assistant. Her back ached and
her feet were on FIRE. There was
everything still to do. Beds were
only half made, dinner half pre-
pared. How did young mothers
manage without assistance, Gypsy
! wondered. Was it possible that
only a month and half ago she
had been strong, rested. that she
/ had thought housework and
! cooking amusing?
She was too tired to eat. Tom
watched her anX.oGsly rs she lay,
quite exhausted, on the day bed.
"This can't go on" he said.
"I'll bring someone il, first thing
in the morning, ii l have TO sand
|. bag her" And now the baby
was crying. He had to be changed,
fed; his bed had to be made fresh.
There were piles of small gar
ments waiting to be washed.
Its endless" Gypsy walled
on a long sign, collapsing into
bed. Tom patted her shoulder,
his young face creased by a frown
Of worry and bewilderment.
Later, as she dozed off, she could
hear him Gathering inexpertly in
the kitchen, disposing of the
dishes.
Next morning she dragged her
self out, only half rested. Young
David had awakened in the night,
of course, for his feeding. A
baby's demands were memorable.
Tom scrambled together his own
hasty breakfast and Gypsy drank
cup of coffee lifelessly, stand
ing at the kitchen table. She must
let everything go now, attend to
the baby's bath first. What lux
ury, she thought longingly, it
would be to sink down to sleep
this moment; to sleep the CLOCK
around and waken refreshed,
made new!
She went to gather him up, a
rosy bundle of babyhood, few
moments later and even her tired
eyes frightened at the sight Of
him.
ITO Be COntinued)