Show The 1 e s By I I Fiction ARTISTIC ANCESTORS Richard H H. H Wilkinson Corner sr T WISH said Aime e Butterworth I 1 wistfully I only wish there had been some one in our family who really did something something worth while something something- she smiled as she said it fIX it I could brag about Fred Butterworth laid aside the morning paper gulped down the thelast thelast thelast last of his coffee shoved back hIs bis chair and said What Aime overlooked his rudeness The bridge club meets here this afternoon she said and I Minute d dread rea d it I 3 3 Fiction d dread r rea e a d it because because because be be- cause A Aggie g g I e eS S Spencer pen C e rand and and Gertrude Wilcox will monopolize monopolize monopolize lize the conversation with stories of their ancestors Fred scratched his chin and contemplated contemplated contemplated con con- the wistful look in his wife's eyes Suddenly he banged the table By George orge Id I'd almost forgotten forgotten for for- forgotten gotten It itt Darned if I X You sit here a minute sweet till I rummage rummage rummage rum rum- mage around in the attic Ill I'll give i you something to brag about Later he returned with a book But what is it asked Aime Its a book of 01 poetry that's what it let 1st Written by my mother and published 20 years ago Theres There's talent talent talent tal tal- ent in my family Ill IU have you know bow I Almes Alme's eyes lighted then the glowed with sudden Joy Fred You dear I Is It really Was your our mother really a poet Oh why didn't you tell teU me Its It's just Jus too exciting Fred grinned delightedly En En- route to the station he began to smile And by the time he had boarded the 8 15 the smile had developed developed de de- de into an occasional chuckle Tom Torn Cooke Ccoke who usually sat at with withFred withFred withFred Fred during the tho short run sun to the city cUy became curious Say what's what eating you fOD this morning Let a man in th on It if U youve you've got something that'll fetch fetcha a laugh these dull days daYI Fred laughed outright Ill IU tell you Tom Its It's too good to keep But dont don't on your life breathe a word It would kill Mme Aime TOM pOM MADE SOLEMN promises promises and cocked his ear Well Welt said laid Fred Alms Aime was waa upset this morning because she didn't have anything to brag brae about at her ber bridge club The other members member It seems eema have artistic ancestors It made mado Aime AJmo feel tee bad to think she married into such luch an uninteresting family tamy so 10 I 1 dug due into an old trunk and produced pro pro- a book boot of poems poem that mother published 20 years fura ago and aad told her ber to brag bue about that Tom looked puzzled What wrong with that than Id I'd II say a mother law ia-law poet was wal OK But heres here's the tho rub Fred grinned Tinned That book of poems is an old manuscript that thai belonged belonged belonged be be- longed to my grandmother After r grandmother ran d mot her died mother found the script thought the p poems 0 ems were worthy of publication added a afew afew few tew of 01 her own choice verses and submitted the retyped copy to a publisher Mr 1 Publisher PublIsh Pub Pub- lIsh Usher lisher r ate ato the stuff staff up Mother was thrilled S She h e thought she must have real talent and went down to the library to study up and read the masters While perusing a volume of Walt Whitman sh she discovered some a o athe othe I the very very poems that her mother hi hal supposedly written Of course mother immediate wired the publisher her advising him b to cease can manufacturing the book n iii ad explaining that her mother net must have copied some of her favorite I Whitman poems in order to un nu them But Mr Publisher had bad dready il d ready printed about 2000 copies which were ready for distribution Mother bought up the edition in sat IId destroyed all aU but one which it ate kept for sentimental reasons Thione That ThaI one is the book I X gave Aime Aims morning |