The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1942-02-19

wagon was an old square piano with
an extremely scared and battered
case.
ooh, you've got pianol" Paris
exclaimed. do you playa"
mo, my wife plays. 1t was her
piano when she was girl. /
brought it out from the East with
us. Years ago." He AIDED the last
two words a bit sadly.
III see you later, Sonny; you
must come down otter and play for
Lucy. She's always been great
lover of music"
Paris grined. Decidedly Mr.. Carr
was q very different sort of person
from Sven Gyllinson The thought
of Sven made him "go goose flesh"
all over. His eyes filled with tears,
/ but he dashed them away. He Won
dered where Renee was and what
she was doing this very minute
There was such a lump in his throat
that he could hardly breathe.
1t was nearly dark when Tom
Cars horse and cart came in sight
again, creaking and creeping along
the sandy road. In it was the fat
test woman Paris had ever seen.
The cart sagged on one side until
the springs buckled.
Lucy Carr wore dress trimmed
with many colors. Innumerable
strings Of beads lay about her neck,
and many cheap rings shown on her
tiny hands-deformed-looking, help
less little hands-so tiny that they
seemed like doll hands attached to
her enormous arms. She wore a
large round hat perched precari-
ously on a lop-sided bunch of false
curls. %.
The cart rolled into the back yard.
Tom Carr hoped out gaily, detach-
ed a little ladder, and set it close to
the wheel. Nov, then, sweetheart,
here we are. Give me your hands.
Upsadaisy!'
Lucy wheezed noisily. She said
Hal" once or twice, and then "Ho!
Ho! Ho!"
Lucy, my love, this is Mrs. Won
Ems grandson. Names Sonny"
All at once Lucy became very gay.
She took tottering step forward
and held out her hand. She nodded
her head with certain gracious
ness.
She leaned SO heavily on Tom
Carr that he almost carried her. At
the door she turned her ponderous
weight slowly. She gasped out some
words. Glad, Sonny, glad
Tom Carr had proved to be a val
liable man. Madame was delighted.
Paris went to see the Cars two or
| three times a week. Lucy always
made him play for her. Sometimes
she struggled to the piano and play
ed for him. Her little hands flew
back and forth across the keys in
obedience to some automatic men,
DRY. The sounds were as mad as
Lucy Carr herself.
Mr.. Carr talked once or twice of
Lucy to Madame Won Elm "She was
pretty girl, Mrs. Won Elm, and
happy girl A proud girl, too. When
we ran out of money 1t seemed she
just couldn't stand the Snubs she
got here in Kings Row. She just
went out of her head. Then she
was happy. I made up my mind she
should stay happy. You know, she's
like child. I had to put rockers
under her bed-like a cradle. Every
night of the world sing to her and
rock her to Sleep"
Madame Won Elm stared
Lucy likes your boy, Mrs. Won
Elm. I've never seen her take to any,
one so before
Madame shook her head sadly as
she watched the white-headed old
man trudging home. She passed
her fingers slowly across her eyes.
A strange friendship sprang up
between Lucy Carr and Paris. 1t
had begun few days after the
Cars arrived. Old Tom saw Paris
and hailed him.
Hey, Sonny!'
| eyes, sir"
"Are you busy right now?"
! mo, sir"