The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1937-04-01

"But then what's the child go.
ing to get out of 1t herself?" Aunt
Meg asked. "She's nearly twenty.
eight - she doesn't want to
marry"
Il wish she'd marry Joe Van
derwall!" Brenda exclaimed, in the
pause.
HE doesn't click" Cliff said,
shaking his head. Hes prince;
she's devoted to him. She goes
down to his place. and they cook
and they tramp around; she ad-
mires him. But somehow it doesn't
click" 49,
where are the Bellamys now,
Bendy?" Ia s. H. ~
I'm Nice. Larry came back to
New York once; now believe he's
gone over again. The old mother
had stroke. you know, and they've
just been hanging on, waiting.
They've taken place there. and
Larry's writing book" ..
"They went away-when?"
"A year and a half ago. It was
just before Mary Rose and I were
married."
what do you suppose Larry does
with himself all day?".
"Oh, writes. And swims, And
plays bridge. The cousin Is with
them, Mrs. Polhemus."
Does Tony hear from him?'
"Only through Joe. No, she
doesn't write. And I must say I
think" Brenda said Loyalty, "she's
behaved magnificently!"
ashes been a good sport" Cliff
said.
"Ah, here she Is; that's Tony In
the next room now!" said Aunt
Meg, and Bruce added, "Now it'll
be a party!'
Here was Tony indeed, coming In
fresh and rosy from the cold air.
She had left her outer wraps down.
stairs; her freshly brushed hair fell
in waves over her low forehead !;
her gown was dark green velvet,
with deep vandyke cuffs and q col.
lar of lace; she was joyous, eager,
lovely; she seemed to bring with
her to the somewhat hating party
a breath of new life.
''White violets!" she said, COM
ing up to her elderly little hostess.
"They gave them to me at the Or.
phanage; aren't they delicious?
Here, they're for you. Are we all
kissing you today. Doctor. because
It's Christmas? You don't know
how wonderful 1t is to get into this
warm and find you all! Hello. my
Anthony. are you good boy?
Hello, Mary Rose" And then In
an undertone. "How goes it?"
'The horrid feeling in the MORN
ing has stopped" Mary Rose con-
flded to her sister-in-law.
"Ah, what a relief that Isl" Bren.
da said.
IF It should be q girl, I believe
my father'd drown It," Cliffs wife
murmured.
81 want q GIRL" Brenda said.
Tony burst into an animated de-
scription of the Orphanage party {:
they spilled milk and crumbled
sponge cakes. the little arms held
out for dolls. the NANCY orna-
ments, mouldy and broken and old,
little dirty wax angels with their
wings bent, and gilded walnut
shells with holes In theml
''Pencil boxes and Lotto: those
aren't very thrilling" Tony went
on. II thought of Anthony's Christ
mas. His grandfather sent him q
coaster, wasn't 1t, Bendy?"
"He adores him." Brenda said
solemnly.
"Next year, I'm going to take
an orphan and send him something
SWELL" Tony said.
"Papa!" said Mrs. Bly,, her moth
erly eyes moist.
"Next year we WILL" the old doc
tor said, nodding.
The party went on into enjoy
ment and hilarity. There was a
marvellous dinner; Mrs. BLY, telling
Aunt Meg In an aside that her Chi
nese boy had been with her for
twenty-seven years and wouldn't
allow anyone else to touch the tur-
keys or the dessert. "But Of
course we get In help"
Brenda slipped way now and
then, went upstairs to be sure An
thony was asleep In Pauline's old
crib In the care Of Pauline's old
nurse.
"You better keep that crib" Tony,
at the old doctors right, said, In
his ear. He looked at her, blinked
his blue eyes. ....s
II hope so, I hope so; If not
now, one of these daysl But Mary
Rose still seems like q baby herself
to me-" he said.
After dinner came the great hour
of the tree, with everyone quite
speeches. with laughter, surprise,
and gratitude.