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'ILLAMOOK HEADLIGHT Friday, April 14, tier, and cried? “Good Heavens, Baby I” Aunt fluttie talEfng lit the library. they are stylish'. I’d much ruther have (How I hate to be called “Baby”!) No, I didn't listen. I heard, And Father’s kind. Then she just threw some money on Then there'« the man that paints that’s a very different matter, You to the table to pay the bill and hurried listen when you mean to. and that’ pictures. He's tall and slim, and wears me away. sneaking. You hear when you can’t queer ties and long hair. He's always u i it was after that that she began to help your b. and that you cap*t be standing back and looking at things i stay in her room so much, and not blamed for. Sometimes It’s your good with his head on one side, and ex take me anywhere except for walks luck, and sometimes it’s your bad claiming "Oh!" and “All I" with a long ’ at the other end of the town where luck—just according to what you hear! breath. He says Mother’s coloring Is It was nil quiet und stupid, aud no Well, I was in the window-seat in wonderful. I heard him. .lad I didn’t music or lights or anything. And Why, it the library reading when Mother anti like it very well, either. I though I teased and teased tv go back sounded as If she put it on herself out s to the pretty. Jolly places, she wouldn’t of a box on her bureau : une us some saying: . ewr take me; not once. “Of gourse I cairn» out! Do , ou sup other ladles do! Still, lies not r > bad, Then by and by, one day we met a pose I'd have had that child see tha' maybe; though I'm not sure but what little black-haired woman with white play, after I realized what it was? As his paints and pictures would be Just I cheeks ami very big sud eyes. Then as tiresome to live with as Father’s if she hasn’t had enough ct sue I weren’t any spangly dres.-es and gold wyetched stuff already in her short stars, v. hen it caute tl thr down to *llppers ubout Imr, I can tell you! She life! oil, Hattie. Huttie, I want tha’ wanting a husband to Pre with you I was crying on a bench in the par’: and talk to you every day in tin year, child-to laugh, to sing, to fairly ting! and Mother told me to stay buck anil i’ou know you have t< think of . uch Aith the joy of living every mlnut< watch tiie swans while she wont up things when it comes t > cho< lag a that she is wftli me. I know so we and spoke to her. (Why do old folks new father—I mean a row b. band. what she lias had, and what she wll always muke us watch swans or roac have—in that—tomb. You know in (I keep forgetting that It s Mother ami hooks or look into store windows or not me that’s doing the choosing.) six months she goes back—” run and play all tile time? Don’t the; Well, to resume and go on There's Mother saw me then. I know; for I suppoae we understand perfectly we.I she stopped right off short, dnd after the violinist. I mustn’t forgqt him. wlnit it means—that they’re going But, then, -nobody could forget him. a moment began to > ilk of somethin sitv something they don't want us He's,lovely: so handsome and distin els j, very fust. And pretty quick hear?) Well, Mother and the lady guished-looking guished-lookin’.' with his perfectly went out Into the hall again. tiie bench talked zaml talked ever beautiful dark eyes and white teeth. Dear little Mother! IUe- * her o' long, and then Mother called me up heart! Isn’t she the ducky dear tr 'And lie plays—well, I'm simply crazy and the Indy cried a little over mo want me to have all the good time« over ids playing. I only wish < arrle mid said, "Now. perhaps, if I’d had a Heywood could hear hint. She thinks possible now so as to make up for thi little girl like, that—!” Then she Well, First We Got Into Boston at six months I’ve got to be with Father’ her brother can play. lie’s a traveling stopped and cued some more. violinist witli a show; and lie came Four O'clock Monday Afternoon, and You see, she knows what it is to llv< We saw this lady real often atfte luime once to Andersonville. And I There Was Grandpa Desmond to with Father even better than! do. that. She was nice, mid pretty and Meet Us. Well, I guess she doesn’t drend 1' heard him. But lie not the real thing lie sweet, and I liked her; but she wa> for mq any more than I do for myself, rf all. Not a bit. Why, !■•■ might be there was Grandpa Desmond to meet De always awfully sad, and I don't hellev« tnybody, <>ur gn eer, or the butcher, Still, I’ll have the girls there, and I’r us. He’s lovely—tall and digi -d. Dll It «ns Unit so good tor Mother to b- up the: ■ playing that violin. His eyes dying to see them again — mid I won't witli grayish hair and merry eye- like with her as It would have been for h» tire little and blue, and his 'hair is Motln r •»; only his are behind / as -es. liave to stay home much, only night re, to be with those jolly laugh'ng ladle red and very si, ,rt. I v. is'.i she could and meals, of course. and Father's s' At th. tfitb'ii he just 'dssed Mother le- that were always having such gooi licttr our vii>linf.-.t play ! ways pretty busy with his stars am: and i.-.e and said he was glad to see us times. But I cjtuhln t make Moth; And !■ re's another rnt.n that comes and led us to the place where Peter comets and tilings. Beside it’s oniv io the partlc. and teas;—oh. of course see It that way at all. There ar for site months, then I can come back was waiting witli the car. (Peter times when ft seems tis If mother just :!;,-r( . re otlibr.-. lots of them, married drives Grandpa's automobile, and he'* to Boston. I can keep thinking ol men with wiveand unmarried men 't couldn’t sec things the way I do. lion that. estly. it seetns sometimes almost as I; lovfly, too.) with ,iud without sisters. But I mean dint 1 know now why I’ve I eon hav Mother and Grandpa talked very T«he was rhe cross-current and contra another man : peeiully. His name Is Ing sueii a perfectly beautiful time fast and very lively all the way home, diction Instead of me. It does. Ilmlow. lie’: a little num with a Well, rs I said before, I didn't like and Mother laughed quite a lot. But all this week, and why Mother bus brow:: pointed beard and big soft ►r been filling every /ninute so full < [t it very well out there, and I don’t be In tiie hall "he cried a little, and fun and good times. Why, oven When browr eyes. He's rejjli awfully-good- lieve Mother did, either. But it’s all, Ornhdpit pattcl iter shoulder, and said. we’re at home here, she's always hunt I okin.;, too. I c' n’t know what he tot over now, and we re back home pack “There, there: and told her how glab ing up little Lester and getting him to Ot'es do; but he’s married, I know ho was to get his little girl back, anti lr- ing up to go to Boston. tl. i-ie.ne''.- Intngs tils wife, thou gh ; have a romp with us. Everything seems awfully queer, that they were going to be very happy But of course next week I’ve got to hu: Mother’s always ajlcing for her, now and forget the past. And Mother f.’uybe because Father -n't here, for go to sche >1, and it can’t bo quite SO clear 'and distinct, arid she always I one tiling. lie wrote very jxolite atm suld, yes, ,yvs, indeed, she knea she jolly then, Weil, I guess that's all for smiles, and her voice kind of tinkles asked us to come to ,'et our things, was; and site was so glad to be therfe. > - Her bells. But just .the this time. hi and he s dd he was goin^ to Ne., York and tiiat everything was going to be same h • never brings her. just'the s. me, "vasu't it? Only — then He never takes her anywhere.» I pl on business for several days, so Mother ABOUT A MQNTH LATER 'e need not fear he should annoy her all of a sudden she looked over nt tue heard Aunt II tie tell Mother « • at I d: !ti ? make a chapter oi that it;-L witft hl- pre.jnce. 'linn, another and began to cry again—only, of It wn ti t long enough. And, really, I the very first, whin lie came. She thing. Mother' queer. This morning course, things couldn't be “just the don't know as I’ve got Hindi to add said they weren’t a bit happy together, she wits singing away at the top of her same," she choked, hurrying over to to it t ow. There's nothing much li; e and Hatt there'd probably be n divorce voice and running all over the house me and putting both arms around me. petted. before long. But Mother a. :r 1 for picking up things she v inted; and and qgying liarder titan ever. I go to school m w, and don’t i.ave her just th« same the very n. r time. Then Grandpa came and hugged us si tned so happy. But this afternoon so much time for tun Scb ml’s pretty And she's <h ne it ever since. I found her down on (lie floor in the both, and . died us, and said, ' There, i good, and there are two or three girls I .think I know now why she does. library crying as If her lieart would there !" and pulled elf ills glasses an" 'most a* idee as the ones at Andes* I f. mol out, and f wus simply thrilled, Anderson break, with her head In Father’s big wiped them very lust uud very hard. it was so exciting! You s- ■. they But it wasn’t only u minute or two ville. But not quite. Out of Bchool we. hair before thu "tiropiace. But she lovers qji.-e themselves -Sb tiler Mother keeps things just Ils. ;.’ jumped up the n fiiute I came in and before Mother was laughing again, and ever, qpd we have beautiful times, and this Mr. Harlow. Then something said, no, no, sha didn't want anything. saying, “N insett.se!” and ‘ The idea !’’ Mother Is having a lovely time with happened and they quarreled. Tiiat lie was just tlrgd; tliat’s till. And and tills was a pretty way to introduce her own friends,’ too. Seems as if there was just before Father came. her little Marie to her new home I when I asked her If she was sorry, Of course Mother didn’t tell me this, !g always some one here when I . -t in aft i all. that she wits going to Boston Tlien she hurried me to th’ dearest' limine, mid lots <>f times there arc nor Aunt Hattie. It was-two ladies. ire teas Rr to live, she said, co, no, no. Indeed I little room I ever saw, right out .01 and parties. and people to dinner. I heard them talking at a tea one day. she guessed site wasn't. Site was Just ; hers, . id took off my things. Tlien There are gentle" n. too.. I suppose I was right behmd-thetn. and I couldn't And it ’ s we went nil over the house, as glad as gjad could Be that she wit- ■■ of them will )>• Mother's lover by get away, so I just couldn’t help hear going only lie wls! ‘d Monday would just tts lovely as'ean be—not ut till a,. I by; bat of course I don't know ing what they said. hurry up and burry mid come com; so we could be like Father's in Andersonville. They were looking across the room ■" hi h due y t. I’m awfully interested Oil, Father’s Is fine and big end ■ll gone. in then.. though. Ami of course it’s at Mother. Mr. Harlow was talking handsome, and till that, of course ; but And that’s nil. It's a Saturday now, perfect!.' natural that I should be. to her. He was leaning forward in ly and we go Just tiny. after tomorrow. not like this. Ills is Just tv nice place Wouldn't you be interested in-the man Tils chair and talking so'earnesjly to u6st packed, and to eut and sleep in, and go to when It that was going to be your nejv father? Mother; and he looked^Just asjf he ton Our- trunks are wishes she’d planned rttihs. But this—this you just want Well, I just gues- you would I Any thought there wasn’t another soul iir Mother says she I 1 But kr, to go today, I've said good-bye to all to live in all the time. Here there are body would. Why. most folks have the room but just they two. curtains 'way up and sunshine, and hi the girls, and promised to write loads only one father, you know, and they Mother—Mother was just listening to of letters ubout Boston and every flowers In 1 ots, ami innmizifl^s, and have to take that one just as he is; he polite to company. Anybody cotrttl see cozy fioolts. with cushions everywhere; nd it's al! a ■ .otter of chance whether that. And the very first chance she nt thing. They are almost as excited as to 1 urn; and I've promised, “cross my und books that you’ve just been read they get cue that’s cross mr pleasant; got she tiiriii I and Ix-gan tk talk to a ¡1. heart and In | • t<> die, die.” tlpit^i that. 1 won't ing laid down. (All Father’s books or homely or fine and grand-looking; indy vwlm was standing near. And she love those Boston HR jlris better than I are In bookcases, always, except while or the'common kind you can hug and never inn li - s loi. - I tow 'Mr. do them—specially Carrie Heywood, one's lu your hands being read.) kiss and hang round his neck, or the Harlow’ ftgaln. Grandpa'« other daughter. Mother’s of course, my de rest friend. Tiie ladies in front of'me laughed stand - off - don't-touch-me-I-mustn’t-l>e- liattie, 'lives here mid keep* dlsturbed kind like mine. I mean the then, and one of them said, with n lit Nurse Sarah is hovering around Sister, Hattie gyerywheie, asking to help, and pre- hbitse for Grandpa, She has Tt little one I did have. But. there! that doesn’t tie nod of lier head, ‘‘I guess Madge tending she's sorry we’re going, But boy named Lester, six years old; ami sound right, either; for of course he's Desmond At: lerson can Iis'k mut for lie's gIM. 1 know her husband Is dead. They were away still my father just the fame, only- herself all right.” she isn't sorry, Then they got up and went away s-lie is. She never did appreciate for what they calksl a week-end when, well. he isn’t Mother’s husband any Mother, and she th liks sire’ll liav< eV- we cable. but they got he»e a little more, so 1 suppqse he's dnly luy father without seeing me. And all "f a sud e did Monday afternoon; and nfler by or ler of the court, same as I’m his den I felt almost sorry, for I wanted erything < her own way now. But she them to see me. I wanted them-to see daughter. wort't. I could telpher a tiling or two tliev'ro love’y, too. The horn*..- is a straight-up-and-down Tf I wanted to. Rut I shan’t. V.*e!’. anyhow, he’s the father I’ve that I knew my in ,flier eottld take cure onoc with a back and frint. but n< grown up with, tuwi of course I'm used of liersdf, too, and thnt I was proud Father’s si i r. Aunt Jane Anderson, sides except the one *nug up to you on to iilm now. And It's an altogether of tt. tf they had turned I’d have said itilng to keep lams# from -St. Paul, is c dhe right and left. And therd isn't any different nu tter to think of haring a mo . But they didn't turn. -for him, partly m acconnt of Fa;her, yard except u little bit of n square brand-new father thrust upon you, all I shouldn’t like Mr. Ilarlow for « and partly on ;ic ■unt of me. “If tlmt brick ony at the back whet.' they have remly-maile. as you might say, and of father, Eknow I shouldn’t But then, child is going i be v. itli her father cloches and ash barrels, and a lttth course I nm interested. There’s such there’s no danger, of cotjrse, even if six month.« of the time, she’s got to grass spot in front et one side of the a whole lot depends on the father. he and Mother were lovers onc<. He's- have «onte wo mm there beside a tued- steps, not big enough for our old < Why, only think how different things got a wife now, and even if he pot a Itie dilng old nur e ,;:|d a nosey servant : d'v I m it.' 1 would have been at home if my father divorce, I don’t believe Mother would (nd girl !” They < id.i t know Dieard that. fectly lovely inside; and It ’ « the In had been different! There were such choose him. v Aunt June Is com- If. But I did. An Rut of course There's no telling Ils Ing. My ! how e nl Nunfe Snr.ill would sides of houses tiiat really count, just n lot of things I had to be careful not as It ls’”*tlie insides of people—their to do—and just as many I had to be which one she will take. . As I said |f s 1 knew. But she doesn’t. herrts, I mean; whether they’re go<- careful to do—on account of Father. before, I don’t knew. Ills tqo soon, I guts« I’ll < .<1 this chapter her» and kind or hateful and disagreeable. And so now, when I see all these nice «uy way, to toil. I suspect it isn't any •tul begin a ¡A s i one down in Boston; IVe have dinner nt night her- ami. young gentlerm q, (,.nly they aren't nik nmre proper to hurry up about getting •re Oh. Tde so won ci* what It’ll be like— [n't libme, Wriinrtpn Pe*- I've be on-to the theater twice already young; sum« f tl . m tire quite old) Hmtrried du tin jvhen you've b< n un- in tiie afternoon. Fro got to go to coniine to ti e lim:-e and talking to i in. rried by a divorce than It Is when 1 I ,d. and nil tl ■ H it. I’m bo excited next week, Mother' says. but Mother, and hanging over the back of' ’ ■ tu’ve I k ?n unmnrrkd by yo’ir hus- school the I caq tmrjly w lit. You nb, .Mother rr; never toc.k mo h ; ie with her but once. so far I've Just been having a good her chair, and handing her tea and lit i l and’« dying. *1 asked Peter one day And so’s Mother, Honestly.' It tle cakes. I can't help wondering which. j how soon folks did get married after [nd u...l 'tv,,, r .' very small clilid. I timer tve . 1 uj I gut'«» Father has Just seemed as if Mother eo.il'in’t If any. Is going to he her lover and my I a divorce but he didn't seem to know. . go. It's *(■.?•■ to any crowd the day« full enough. She hasn’t new father. And I nm also wondering , Anyway, all he said was to stammer: I mean. what Hl have to do t>n account of 1dm "Er—yes, tniss—no, mtss, iy. He never waht.« beer. st?’! a minute. Lots of her old friends have been to when I get him, if I get him. I don’t know, miss.’’ Ing, hartUy. That’s rthy Peter Is awfully funny, Eut -he’s >f not wanting me to go see Iter; and when there hasn't been TI-.’T v arc quite a lot of them, and >dp4 JYestutUid’». And anybody eiae around she’s taken Peter they’re all dif, rent. They’’’. : iff he very nice. I like him. cwl.v I can’t find out and had him drive tts all over Boston different kinds of father* I’m sure, natch by him. He’s very good-looking, to -nly once, in age*. Mother t>> see tiling«—al! kinds of things; and I’m afraid I wouldn't like some though he’s quite old. He’s almoat I be the end. .And when • , Now Bunker hill and museums, and moving of them. But, after ail. it’s Mother thirty. told aje. I asked him. He x> 111 I a, : ' ■ " I Intuii that ought to settle which to have— takes me back nod forth to school ev t— realty, truly Boston I I Ictnre«, and one piny. Only Hi But we didn’t stay at the play. It not nte. She’s the one to he pleased. ery day, go I see quite a lot of him. started out nil right, but pretty soon n 'Twonld be such a pity to have to And. really, he’s about the only one I man and a woman on the stage began change again. Though she could, of can ask questions of here, anyway.” to quarrel. They were married (not course, same as she did Father. I sup There isn’t anybody like Nurse Sarah ri-alfy, but In the play, I mean), «nd I pose. used to be. Olga, the cook, talks so guess it was some more of that In As I said, they’re all different. There funny. J. - n’t understand a word she compatibility stuff. Anyhow, as they are only two that are anywhere near says. lly. Besides, the only two CHAPTER IV begun to talk more and more. Mother alike, and they aren’t quite the same, ttries I’ve been down to the kitchen tegan to fidget, and pretty soon I saw Wh«n I Am Mario. for one’s a lawyer and the other's Aunt Hattie sent for tne, and she she was gathering up our things; and In a hank. But they both carry canes told n»e thtrdnst time not to gu any Ruston, Ye«, I’m here. I’ve been here n the minnte the curtain went down and wear tall silk hats, and part their tnore. She didn’t say why. Aunt Hatx week, But this 1« the first ndiinte I’ve after the first act. she say«: hair tn the middle, and look at you tie never «ays why not to do things. “Come, dear, we’re going home. It— through the kind of big round eye She just say«, “rton’t" Sometimes It had u chance to write a word, Tve been so busy ju«t tielng here. And so It isn’t very warm here.” glasses with dark rltffs that would seems to me as If my whole life had As If 1 didn’t know what she was make you look awfully homely If they t*en made up of “don’t«.“ If they’d has Mother. There’s been such a lot going on since we came. But I’ll try really leaving for! Do oid folks hon didn’t make you look so stylish. But only tell us part of the time things ■ now to begin at the beginning and tell estly think they are fooling us «11 the I don't think Mother cares very much to "dok” maybe we wouldn’t have so time, 1 wonder? But svsn If I hadn’t for either the lawyer or the bank man. much time to do the “don’t«." (That what hnpiH'tied Well, first we got Into Boston at known then. I'd have known It later. and Tm glad. I wouldn't like to live sounds funny, bat I guess folks'll know _ four o’clock Monday afternoon, and fc>r «hkl eyenli^I heard Mother and with thoae gigsat g every day. even If what I mean.) it » s t i (Continued next weok)
