The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1934-10-25
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DaSCln4 threads on It to indicate
that she had just left the sewing
room downstairs, ~ she had.
well, well, well! Will you Just
look 1t this!" she exclaimed when
Susan showed her the ring. She
made . clucking sound Of admira.
ton. did you ever see anything
more magnificent in your life!-It's
little loose on your finger, isn't it,
Susie? And it's 50 easy to lose . val
liable thing like this. When are you
going to bring your young man here
to let me congratulate him."
"Oh, very soon," Susan answered
her. The one and only time she had
brought Wallace to call on the Gull
lens still stood out in her memory
- the longest and most painful eve
ming of her life. He had been stiff
and frankly bored with them and
Ill Of their works. with their jie-
saw puzzles and anagrams. their
singing Of song hits Ut the piano,
their mid-evening refreshments Of
cider and doughnuts. Afterward he
had insisted that he had enjoyed
himself, but he had never suggested
. second visit or even mentioned the
Cullens again.
II could get up . nice little din.
ner some night and you could bring
him over" said Aunt Nell. smiling,
hospitable Is she always was. "You
just set the date, Susie" When she
smiled Ill the lines in her face
slanted upward, Is lines do in the
faces Of middle-aged people who
have always laughed . great deal
and been mentally alert.
She always said that she never
had done much worrying in her life
except about the children. When
they were little she had worried
about scarlet fever and rusty nails,
Group and teeth coming in crooked.
Later on she had worried over the
kind Of education that each Of them
should have. Now she worried about
the girls when they stayed out too
late, about Howard's fast driving
and his girl friends and the occa-
sional smell Of cigarettes that hung
about his clothes.
She spoke her mind about these
things. but she did not nag. Instead,
she kept the children under her eye.
making the house . place where
their friends could gather, sure Of
welcome, sure Of . good time, al-
ways. Her genius for making the
people around her comfortable Was
reflected in the house with its deep
chairs, its fat white beds, its kitch.
en- smells Of freshly-ironed linen and
things baking in the oven or sim
mering on the back Of the stove.
The very tones Of her voice were
soothing, and there. was something
in her smile and her eyes that set
people ct ease. She would never
have believed it Of herself, but the
fact remained that she Was . per-
feet hostess.
The room that Mary and Sara
shared was 1T the back Of the house.
It's three windows that looked
out into the bare snow-encrusted
branches Of . maple tree were
framed with pale green chintz cur.
tains. On one side Of the room,
which was m unusually large one,
stood Sara's three-quarter size bed.
her dressing table and her pale
green arm chair. There were books
on . hanging shelf above the bed
and on the wall above the dressing
table Was . single picture. A snow
scene done in black and white.
The other side Of the room BE-
longed to Mary. and It was crowded
with her possessions and overlaid
with her personality. There were
snapshots Of her men friends and
her girl friends Ill over the wall.
There were green silk mules. edged