Daily capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1903-1919, November 21, 1914, Home and Farm Magazine Section, Page 14, Image 28

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HOME AND FARM MAGAZINE SECTION
Little Fellow's Reconciliation
By Alice V. Hall.
ITTLE FELLOW was left at the
Im breakfast table aloue. It was
Dot the first time that his
parents had quarreled and finally
separated in anger. The outside
door slammed. That meant his Dad
had gone to his office. Thon away
off in the distance he could hear
his mother's sobbing.
Dt was hard to eat. Things
ehoked him, somehow, but he was
Dot going to let Katie see that he
notices anything was wrong.
"An' all alone agin!" she burst
ont indignantly. "It's a shame, Lit
tle Fellow."
Little Fellow shifted uneasily on
his chair. "My dad had to get off
early to his office," he explained
hastily, his face very red and his
mouth very full. "An' my mother
She was sick. She didn't want no
breakfast."
He lingered by his mother's door
on his way to Echool, his ear press
ed close to the keyhole. She was
sobbing yet. He bothered her. Still
ho loved her a lot, all the same.
Sometime, when she wasn't busy,
she told hlrn storic3 lights. She
certainly was "the's' with the
stories. And one in a while he
could coax her to get out her guitar
and sing those soft, sleepy songs of
hers. Ouee his dad had found them
together that way. lie had stood In
the doorway a long time before they
knew it, mother and he; then he
had come In, and lie had stayed!
He heard Katie's steps in the hall,
and drew guiltily away from his
mother's door. Hut it was too late.
Sho had seen him. She always did!
She drew in her breath with little
clucks of distress and handed him
his lunch bo.
"Thore, there, Little Fellow."
Sho would havo patted his head if
he had not artfully dodged and
bolted past her.
' "Aw-qult," he said crossly. "Say,
you didn't put in brown bread, did
you, 'cause I halo it an" bananas,
too?" Ho banged tho door as he
went out, to drown Katie's reprov
ing voice, then kicked viciously at'
ihe graveled pathway.
At tho corner he met his dad. A
sudden sickening fear pulled his
heart down until it felt sagged. Ills
father was going home to pitch Into
his mother some more, and maybe
his own heart began a decided
tattoo against his ribs. He had
heard what people said. Just be
cause he was little they thought he
didn't understand what they said!
They talked with big words, bohlnd
their hands, over his head, and oven
polled words, but ho knew. Ho
"got them." Ho was six. They said
his molbor and falher wore going
nway from each other for good some
day. Ho had a startling vivid pic
ture of himself alono with Katie
and hor pity. No, sir. Not mu.'h!
Ho wouldn't Btay. He'd run away,
too go off on a ship or something.
fi lump acpt coming up Into his
throat. It ached.
"Dad," be ventured. His father
was big bo blgi When he wn a
man he hoped ho'd be just that big.
Then unexpectedly his father bent
down to hlin. One lenp and Little
Follow was held tightly, with his
own arms twined about his father's
neck.
"Whore you sola', dad?" he
asked,
"I was coming back for you, Llt
tlo Fellow. I'm going to take you
off with mo. Say we go for some
hunting how about It?"
The child' face flashed with Joy.
There had been BUddon reconcilia
tions like this before. Once, when
ho was only four and agaia only
last year.
"Can I go with you when you toll
hor?" he begged. "She was oryln'
when. I left. I heard her Just a
jmio, away low."
A light crept Into his father's
yes. Little Follow know that things
were not rignt.
"Oh! She. Well, I hadn't thought
of taking hor, son. We're going
alono, Just wo two luou, Wouieu
don't Uko huiiUhtf,"
"But she does," he persisted
bravely, the lump coming back in
his throat to bother him. "You
why, you taught her to shoot your
self! Besides, dad, we couldn't leave
her alone with Katie. No man'd do
that."
"Katie! Why not? She's a good
cook."
"Sue well, you see " He paused
uncertainly, at a loss to explain,
then burst out passionately. "I hate
her! I hate her! She can't be sorry
for me. Nobody can."
"So she's Borry for you, eh? Be
cause of your father, I suppose."
He stood back, surveying the
staunch little figure of his son. The
child's face was raised to his. He
was struggling with his emotions.
"Oh, no, dad," he protested eager
ly. "I heard hor say that you was
as good-lookin' a man as she want
ed to clap eyes on. I heard her. An'
that mother was a dear, pretty little
fool. It ain't that. It's cause "
Ho stopped, groping for words.
His father swore softly.
"I see," he said. "So that's the
lay of the land, is it? Well, we'll
chuck Katie and get a Jap. Come!
I'll fix that. But how does the
hunting Idea strike you?"
Oh, dad, could I have a gun?"
he demanded. "A regular twenty-
two? An' would you teach me to
shoot?"
"A go. Sure thing."
The child breathed quickly with
excitement. His eyes danced.
"An' no school! G-e-e!"
"Well, come on," his father said.
"Now this very second!" The
Idea was dazzling. For a second it
held him. Then his face fell as sud
denly as it had lit. "Why, dad, ain't
we even goin' to tell her good -by?"
Little Fellow stared up at his
father, but the man's eyes were
evasive. He had thought it all out
They had had their last scene to
gether that morning, he and she.
She'd never let him have the young
ster, though. He knew that. Luck
had played him into his hands for
a while. He would take hira. She
could have everything else.
"No, I guess not this time," he
said abruptly.
There was a long pause. The
child dragged one sandaled foot
back and forth, back and forth on
the sidewalk with an irritating, grit
ty sound. If only but nol His
father wouldn't do it. He knew
him.
"Then why, then I can't go," he
burst out decisively, regret sharp In
his eager, fresh little voice. "I'd 'a'
liked to, dad ge-e-e, wouldn't I 'a'
liked It but it'd be too mean."
The man whistled softly. A light
came into his eyes again, not the
flashing angry light that Little Fel
low knew so well. It made him long
to leap Into his father's arms. But
he only drew a little closer.
"I wlsh'd you'd take her, too,
dad," he faltered. "I'd Jimmlny
I'd like a gun!"
A crowd of boys were crossing the
empty lot across the street They
called to Little Fellow. He backed
away from his father.
"I gota go," he saidr with a sigh.
"It's 'most time for schooL Good
by."
His father watched him with In
terest, watched him cross the street
and join the swarm of loud-talking,
eager boys, watched him until his
little figure was swallowed up by a
corner.
"That'd be too mean," he mut
tered under his breath, "Um uro,
the devil!"
Ho turned and went back towards
his home. The roses were thick at
the windows. They hnng down over
the lattice work. He had trained
them that way because she loved
them. The windows In her room
were thrown open. He caught a
glimpse of her white dress. She was
moving about the room, humming
softly to herself.
Then her Binglng Btopped. But
a half hour later, when Katie
shuffled by to listen, sh heard
voices, voices full of life and woven
in with a woman's gay laugh and
a mVs hearty amusement
Katie smiled contentedly. "The"
dears!" she muttered, as she fell to
mopping with furious energy. "The
dears! But trust me it was ac
count of the Little Fellow."
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