The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1937-04-30

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house. and she stiffened No. not
George. She would not have to greet
George with pleasant indifference
sgain today.
Wei. son, what you doing so far
rom home this near supper?" Uncle
Henry was saying. as stumbling
Lance Seymour came up to them,
gnawing a big yellow apple. 1t was
windy. but Lance had no sweater over
his ragged blue shirt, and a bare
knobby knee showed through his
overalls.
Not far from home." Lance num-
bled sullenly.
Hungry. boy7 Guess we could
md q sandwich and glass Of milk,
en-. Ever"
Don't want any. Had a lot of
apples, good Seymour apples. And |
roasted some 'taters."
Look here. Lance, you mustn't do
Ike that That's stealing. Your dad
sold the house to George Cleveland,
ana that makes the potatoes his. You
don't want to be put in the lookup
again. do your"
Lancelot's half-open foolish mouth
snapped shut. over his blackened
teeth. His lantern-jawed face
changed from its usual blank express
sion to one Of vicious fury.
That's the Seymour house." he
opened his mouth again 10 say. at
was built by Lancelot Seymour, and
I'm Lancelot Seymour, and them
Clevelands Amt no right there. They
done a lot Of things to it they amt
no right 70 do. Swellin' round there,
and that Matte Webb warnin' me
OF for diggin' up pinies to put on
Granther Seymour's gravel Pinies a
man named Evans or something sent
him from England hundreds of years
backl They got to get out! I'm goin'
70 make 'em get outl"
His whole gaunt body shook with
weak hysterical anger.
well. son. now. wouldn't do that.
You so home now and talk it over
with your dad. He'll tell you how
he sold II TO the Clevelands, lock,
stock and barrel. and it isn't yours
any more"
dad isn't home. Down to the
saloon In Westport."
But Lance. suddenly terrified at
his own anger. shambled quickly
away.
Eve fingered on the steps. "You
don't think he'll really do anything.
do your"
Gosh. no, child What could he
do? He's just talking the way half
wits always do talk. Run in now. the
winds rising"
Judge Brings Home Trout
CHE went slowly in. Judge. clatter-
- ing In from the front door, where
he had been dropped by his friends,
laden with bags and tin cans and a
string Of fish. wild with excitement
al finding someone to whom he could
relate the story of his exciting week.
met her in the kitchen. "And /
learned how to fix apples to bake.
femme show you!"
Il was peaceful and quiet there in
the old bright kitchen. Judge. brown
and strong and bright-eyed. still
smelling rather ishy. chartered on
and on about the real trout. all clean
ed. they would fry for breakfast, his
proves in jumping. his longing to
so TO real boys camp. Uncle Henry.
raking outside. whistled on at his in
variable work-tune:
PIGisir damon. ne .dure qu'un
moment ChGgrin ddmour
dure toute Ia viei
Some French emigre must have
brought 1t to Connecticut long ago;
Uncle Henry whiStled it because his
father had done so before him. Eve
had heard II sung at concerts in New
York. A stiff little bright tinkling
tune; he whistled it over and over.
and Eve hummed the words.
And all in a moment. in the warm
kind old kitchen. while the contented
child chartered and the old man
whistled cheerfully outside. Eve was
suddenly. horribly frightened; fright
ened because George Cleveland had
been threatened by a helpless half
starved halfwit. She knew it was
crazy. George. strong. wise. capable
lit was nonsense. Except that
when you love anybody the way she
did George. it seems that your heart
stands always on guard. anguished.
watchful. afraid. -. They had been
so long together; he had been Ellen's
so short a while. that as she stood at
the table. her clever hands pouring
hot milk on fluffy -four. stirring. add
ing with mechanical perfection. her
heart forgot; she slipped into day
dream about him.
II she were doing this for George
George with his normal fond
nesses for good food. long evenings
by firelight. long walks; all the home
things that were so dear sharedi She
was deep in a daydream Of the sort
girls IN love have: silly. loving pic
ture Of George. coming in fresh with
the sautumn wind. kissing her and
laughing and telling her to hurry up,
ne was hungry; George telling her
about his day. his success in the new
set OF gratis: George leaning across
the dinner table. praising the little.
doubled brown rolls. her singing at
the Grange the night before. proud OF
a wife who did so many things so well
copyright. 1887. Margaret WiddemerJ
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