The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1936-10-16


to bring Robert Gleneith's holdings
into the clear. Bob's books do not yet
balance; but he is operating his plants
and making little money. And he's
living again in the same little" house
on Easter Lane to which he brought
Tricie as a bride and where, for many
years, they were happy. They are ten
der again together.
Are they happy? Well, what Is hap
piness?
Tricie has not forgiven" him; she
was never to make that mistake. She
has succeeded in never referring to her
husbands association with Cash.
Jeb has job. He's customers
man, selling stock, and people are be-
lieving him again.
Davis has job in creamery COM
pany; he's district superintendent at
fifty dollars a week. Bee has a job,
life-insurance; and she's good at 1t.
She means to keep at it; she has de-
clared her collaborating days at an end.
Davis and she rented a very small
house near Easter Lane. Bee keeps a
middle-aged maid who wears spec
tacles and who is only plain cook
but who is completely reliable with the
little boys.
At noon, Bee often drops in on her
sister at Agnes apartment on the north
side. 1t is almost "down town" yet
1t overlooks the lake; and the wind
sweeps off the water, clean and clear.
Agnes adores the place.
Bee likes to linger there.
ITS fun to fight for business and to
get some," said Bee. you feel good
about it-at least until your husband
gets home. It's certainly hell on the
husband to have his wife good at any
thing practical, but what can do?
Flop?'
"Of course you can't flop" said
Agnes.
"And I won't! I'm going to make
some money for my boys; and I'm 60
ing to pay you back some day, Agnes
you and Cathal."
"Now Agnes begged her. II don't
want it; and he doesn't either"
II know you don't; but it's our debt
and you can't deny 1t, Agnes"
Alone, after Bee had gone, Agnes
went in to her baby-her little daugh-
ter, Light One, like herself.
At ten months, she has soft f1axen
hair and eyes Of deep blue; she has
skin like pale petals of wild rose, an
adorable little mouth, and tiny. formed
chin and most perfect little hands. Her
hair is like Agnes in texture and hue.
Her name is Winifred Agnes; and the
kingdom of the happiness of her father
and mother encloses her.
Will that kingdom fall in few
years? Agnes does not believe it; for
her love and Cathals differs from that
which once held her father and mother.
And Bee and Davis never knew any,
thing like this. They tried to improvise
a kingdom on material possessions :;
and even those were taken from them.
Standing and gazing down at her
baby, Agnes wonders suddenly what
Sic SudAt tCAA hhAS ShAiOs SOAAC
of the glory Of the Gleneiths' that is
gone?
Should she relate how they mad a
little money, and were happy; but had
to have more and more2 So they made
it: and her father became unfaithful !;
and Davis tried to kill himself; and
failing at that, he went crooked?
What, out of all the past, should Ag-
mes preserve and pas on to her child?
What, out of all her family who so
highly prospered for years? What
really memorable and inspiring act or
occasion?
On her side, Agnes realized, standing
there over her sleeping child-on the
side of the Gleneiths, nothing.
Nothing to compare with that which
entered so largely into the making of
the man who is this baby's father ;
nothing to compare, in its effect when
Winnie will pass 1t on (Agnes prays)
to her own children. How Cathal
Martin O'Mara went up with Fitzpat.
rick. his chief OF battalion, to the tower
with the building ablaze below, and
how he died there, and his wife stood
and watched him.