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THE EVENING HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON
March 14, 1934
MABEL .
McELUOTT
OwuNEASmoaka,
nicaiN menu today
(IVnl lOBBLl and TOM
WAV1!H mrm mnrrlrd o lk
.mmm dor . I. II. A HOTALINU
and UlillllK UMNS. ont Llln n
peela to liro In luxury walla
Ujvmy kwiM nrr Jab teaching- !
' - m arttlraienf arkool.
tlTPmr nnn to atrniTKla to kren
npfun within Im'i Inrome.
. Another problem to Tom'o
JrnlnUMr of ntlllky MAItKO
MltolHillTON who once n.krd
. iiypmy to worrr klm nnd wfcora
Ifccr mart nt tho IIIIkbpo' knmr.
When Ike doctor fella Uypmy
ofce la to have n fcabr aka Elvra
up hrr Job. Numtnrr romra on nnd
la Intrn.rlr hot. (Jpr nnd Tom
move to n cotlntfe on bona; island
HHd by m friend.
I.lla tankra nn aaexiteeted rail
lit the cotlnire. Nho arema realleaa
nnd dUronfenled and fur the drat
time U)-pN7 la aorrj lor her la
' atrad ol envying hrr.
NOW GO OK W ITU TUB STOUT
CHAPTER XXI
THE summer waned all too
' swiftly. Blue days, golden
days there were in August, when
Gypsy flung her arms aloft tor
sheer joy in living; wbon there
was not a cloud in tho sky; when
the bordora biased with phlox and
, larkspur and tlnnlas; when the
nights were drenched with dew
and yon wakened to cool, scented,
blowy mornings.
Tuero never was such a sum'
' mer. The Morells came over from
Uluo Hills in the shabby car and
there were picnics on the grass
. under the laden apple trees.
; Steaks wore broiled over the
crude outdoor oven. Tom rnshed
home early, exalting In the luxury
' ot his own Tine and fig tree, and
, there were two wonderful weeks
' when he was homo altogether.
The corn ripened nnder the sun
along the highways. The fruit
hung heavy on the trees. Hay was
stacked in golden tents in the
. flolds. And on one gorgeous day
. in late September Gypsy's child
was born. She' had been rushed
: to the city hospital tbe night be
fore. For 10 long hours she had
writhed in pain, digging her nails
Into her flesh, trying to stifle the
, cries that wera wrung from her,
At 8 o'clock tbe baby's wail
sounded and the watching young
husband, pacing the corridor out
side, sagged against the distem
pered walls In an agony of relief.
"It's over, it's over," he whis
pered. When they allowed him In
to see her an hour later she was
lying white and seemingly broken
in the narrow bed. Only her eyes
. were alive, moving alertly In her
tanned young face.
"Tommy ... oh, darling!
Tears of weakness ran down her
cheeks and his own eyes watered
, in sympathy.
V'Was it so terrible, dearest?"
He had her hands In his. His
eyes were roving anxiously orer
her dear, familiar features.
She shot her eyes, on a long
. sigh. "Let yon see the baby?"
"Not yet, honey. The nurse
said .. .
A figure in striped and crack
ling cambric glided In. Time's
up, Mr. Wearer. This young lady
must get some sleep." And he
had to go, after a kiss, and a
whispered admonition.
"She's all Tight, She's perfect
ly fine," the doctor told him. "She
came through splendidly." But
. Tom was not convinced. His office
mates railed him robustly on his
grimness. "As If they knew what
it was all about, the poor fel
low thought witherlngly, wincing
to think of tho long night and
Gypsy's smothered cries. But
afterward, when they brought tbe
child to him that evening, and he
gazed upon him his own son-
his spirits mounted. It was going
to be all right it was going to
be all right! He and Gypsy and
the little fellow! Why, that was
an unbeatable combination.
o
MTSN'T he the darlingest . . , r
It was a week 'later and
the baby, a bundle of pink blanket
and muslin, with only the top of
a rosy bead showing, lay on
iliypsy'a arm. Her curls were
freshly brushed, her eyes had the
peculiar deep, lambent glow that
comes to young mothers just out
. lot the shadowy valley. Tom had
leyes only for her.
I.
"Isn't he the sweetest, most
adorable . . . T Tom Weaver,
lyon're not paying attention' to
your son! You're not listening
to a word i say."
. j tie grinned at ner. "He's a
wonder. But honestly. Gyps, do
iyou think he's much to look at
Tight nowT I was admiring yon.
. . iuo yon mind?
! "Silly 1" She pretended to be
-annoyed, Ignoring the flattery.
!"Ho's the most beautiful thing
iGod ever made! Aren't you. pre
vious? Aren't you the most bee-
lyootllul thing God ever made?
:Look at his little hands, Tommy,
iMarvelous!"
' "Tour mother says he's like the
uiynns," said Tom slyly. "But I
. say he's the living image of my
. ureat uncle Tobias.
Gypsy looked up quickly, to say
With pride, "Why, Tommy, he
looks like no one else In the world
but you. How could anyone say
ne iooks like uncle Tobias!
. Dreadful fat old man!"
Tom roared, delighted at the
way she had risen to the bait.
Of course David Morell Weaver
was the very Image of his father!
Of course he was handsome!
"You're the most extraordinary
girl," Tom murmured. "Last
year you were just a kid, danc
ing, playing, around. And now
you're a full-fledged parent, bristles
and everything."
"You stop teaBlng me," Gypsy
told him with dignity. "I am now
a full-tlmo mother, with no sense
1 of humor where my child is con
cerned." The McKinnons had returned)
from Minnesota during the earlv
part of Gypsy's hospital sojourn,,
so It was to the apartment In
stead ot to the little house that'
tne young Weavers brought David1
Morell.
They arrived there one brisk'
October morning, squired by a
slow, plump, talkative Individual
who had been recommended by
Doctor McGuIre as a practical
nurso. And Immediately the tem
po of life changed. The hospital
had been dull Gypsy had looked
forward to coming home but at
loast tbo routine had been precise
and orderly. The baby had gone
baok to his nursery after every,
. leodlng andthe. young mothep
had known nothing of tne routine
of baths, diapers and airings.
Now everything was dlKorent.
Mrs. Burby was Inefflelont though
amiable, Gypsy's own room was a
woltor of powder cans, safety
pins, foldod small garments and a
bassinette which Boomed to over
shadow everything else. The
kitchen was never tidy. Thore
was always a boiling container on
the stove. There wore potatoes,
halt ot them peeled, in the sink.
There were rags, towels, soiled
dishes everywhere.
on
AT the end ot the second week
nf thla. Ovnav'n nAtlnnro
broke. She said desperately, "I
can't stand It any longer, Tom.
You 11 have to go down to an
agency and get a maid. I'm strong
enough to bath baby myself now.
We 11 let her go in tbe morning."
But she looked about her In
despair the morning ot Mrs.
Burby s departure,
"I don't know where to begin,"
she said wearily. The living room
was dusty, the chairs were all in
the wrong places, pictures were
awry. There were half dead flow
ers in the blue vase. Tbe kitchen
was piled high with soiled
clothes, week-old newspapers.
There were crumbs on stove and
sink. The coffee pot, with a
scruff of grounds on spout and lid,
stood on the window sill.
It was the first morning Gypsy
hsd got out ot bed before break
fast, nnder doctor's orders. Now
she donned one ot her old sum
mer prints and, having assured
herself that the baby was warm
and wasn't in a draft, she at
tacked the kitchen.
Wasn't Tom . coming back?
Would she have to battle with
this disorder all day? She began
to regret having let Mrs. Burby
go, as waTe after wave of weak
ness swept over her. But her
spirit was valiant. She filled the
dlshpan with warm soapy water
and stubbornly attacked the dis
couraging task. She had Btacked
the cups and saucers in the
drainer and was beginning to ex
perience the fine flavor ot en
couragement when she heard a
thin reedy wall.
She hurried to the baby. "What
Is it? What does he want, tbe
darling?"
Ob, what an idiot she was! He
was nsed to his bath at precisely
this hour. Mrs. Burby had im
pressed on her the Importance of
doing the same thing at the same
time tor David. And she had
been forgetting.
CHE was not, really, strong
enough, but it seemed worth
both labor and exhaustion to be
rid of the dawdling, never-silent,
complaining Mrs. Burby. The first
day Gypsy was carried through
by sheer force of will and nerv
ous energy. Tom tried agency
after agencyT' but there seemed
no one anxious to do cooking and
general housework in a family with
brand new baby. At the end
of 24 hours young Mrs. Weaver
found 'herself almost regretting
the departure ot her erstwhile -assistant.
Her back ached and
her feet were on fire. There was
everything still to do. Beds were
only half made, dinner half pre
pared. How did young mothers
manage without assistance, Gypsy
wondered. Was it possible that
only a month and a half ago she
had been strong, rested, that she
had thought housework and
cooking amusing?
She was too tired tip eat. Tom
watched her anxiously as she lay,
quite exhausted, on the day bed.
this can't go on." he said.
"Ill bring someone in, first thing
In the morning, if I have to sand
bag her." And now the baby
was crying. He had to be changed.
fed; his bed had to be made fresh.
There were piles of small gar
ments waiting to be washed.
It's endless," Gypsy walled
on a long sigh, collapsing into
bed. Tom patted her shoulder.
his yonng face creased by a frown
of worry and bewilderment.
Later, as she dozed off, she could
hear him clattering Inexpertly in
the kitchen, 'disposing ot the
dishes.
Next morning she dragged her
self out, only halt rested. Young
David had awakened in the night,
of course, for his feeding. A
baby's demands were inexorable.
Tom scrambled together his own
hasty breakfast and Gypsy drank
a cup of coffee lifelessly, stand
ing at the kitchen table. She must
let everything go now, attend to
the baby's bath first. What lux
ury, she thought longingly,. It
would be to sink down to sleep
this moment; to sleep the clock
around and waken refreshed,
made new!
She went to gather him up, a
rosy bundle of babyhood, a few
moments later and even her tired
eyes brightened .at tbe sight of
him.
(To Be Continued)
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Girls dashing for . shelter often
find colors run faster.
OUT OUR WAY
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CUT IT OUT.NOW, V MAf MAKE .HIM SIT
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X. I WHEN I'M COMFTUBBLE, SEEN. HE'S JUS' TRVNA
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JUST CALLED VA OUT, (tfiAP, tINNY, I SHOULD "REPORT
ASK VA. VIHO'. THE ClKlT I SOU TOR WASTING SOUR TIME.
THAT VMAS "BASIL "BOOTHBV. JUST
OVER TROM LONDON'. GREAT
FRIEND OF THE KING, BASIL-
VAS- TACT IS,1 MET HIM AT
THE KOVAL PALACEf ER-- AH
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THINK NOTHING OF IT, IF MR.
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OUT OF THE HOUSE-
MARTHA HASNT
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TA ASK VA, WHO'S THE 6INT
WHO JUST ENTERED SEK
PREMISES? I TOLLERED HIM
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IF THE COOK'S PONT MAKE THAT
NEXT PAYMENT WITHIM A FEW
DAY'S, I CAN PUT THEM OUT OF
THEIR HOUSE" AMD HAVE THAT
OIL, THAT LIQUID GOLD, ALL.
FOR MYSELF,
KARL V.
BUT ACCORDING TO LAW, I
CANT WCk 'EM OUT, IF
THEY MEET THAT PAYMENT.
AND TM AFRAID THAT
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