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Show HHer Daughter and His Son A Great Married Life Story by IDAH McGLONE GIBSON I MY FATHER 1 1 Hut. but i dn-t understand!" said Knnoth n HJ "Don't make mo tll it all over; JM H again!" -aid my mthcr in a trembling! gH H voice- "I thought I had put it out of; H "Ann. Ill lie Ann." said Kenneths H father, "will you play with Kenneth a I H I ran't." f answered. He told fl me he v:is polno to stay with you PB H and n i i I had to go and ride m5 KB H Ponj alone." I rH H "Well, you see he Isn't with tn IH H said Mr. Haleey, "Yotl go anl try to Hfl H find I) nn. . r I Want to talk with yuur WBV II mother.' Hfl M I didn't want to go. Some way what II he WtM going to sa seemed to be of I J, great Interest to mc. "Bob Carleton', I iW Coi. Cirleton!" The name kept repeat-' IB ing Itself in my mind W All at urire I knew, and I rushed HCMj Jt down the atreet to vhere I found Ken- in ill -holding at the top of my voice: Hm H Kenneth: I've got a daddy, too, and ftfl H his name is Bob Carleton V H Grace Cameron was with Kenneth. ' She stared BW H n' mc -iv expression of contempt HVfl H n't you know, Ann," she Hit Id. "that HBV H If your father's name is Carleton, H yours can't be Whftson!" B l burst Into tears. "Oh, I wanted a JfljK H father no much." I Bald and I turned 1 H around mid walked back to my, BB H What is the matter. Ann''" said BHH H mother, a- i came sobbing down the rmjl "I thought I had found my father. I jfljf M and Grace told me that I hadn't'" w 'The Albert It will be fell better for me to go away. I cannot live j H her- among (he old neighbors who IHjfl hae known all my life's tragedy. They BHH will make it so hard for Ann." BHVH s "Stay where you are. Margaret. I HBAIfl think you arc the bravest woman I Ell have pver known, and that wouldn't BBBj IB be saying much -for between you ami ail to, the women 1 hae known, haven"! been worth their salt " But If I stay. Albert. " "Yep I know you will have to tell Ann." ' All right, mother, tell me!" 1 Interposed In-terposed eagerly. Again my rhothcr leane.i hard against the fence, near r here -we were standing. "You have been so brave, .Margaret, that otio other Utile grief will not matter." mat-ter." "Oh yes it will, yes ,t will. Albert! I o you know I had hoped to die, before be-fore i would have had to tell Ann!" At this I sensed that it was some thing terrible and 1 began to cry afresh Kenneth's father put his hand to my head caressingly. "Don't cry, child'" he said. "Don t cry!" And then he turned to my mother, and said a little onicallv, "I wonder If this will be the last time she will find her doll filled with sawdust!-' "I ftlw.-ivs knew thev were filled with sawdftSt,' was my quick rejoinder. ' And that's the reason I n-er likt-.l them! I don't want mclher to toll mo anything about sawdust dolls. Grace Cameron plays with sawdus' dolls. Tell her about them I'll go an play with Kenneth and send her ci'. n here!" No dear, come bad: come back!" BOfd my mother. "Mr Halsey was saying some things that oly grow n up people can understand' "He meant that I was go'iij; to tell you something that prbbably would grieve you. "Albert." she said, turning to the man, "I cannot tell her, I cannot tell her tonight'" "Oh. yes, -ou must1 I said, '"eaus-T '"eaus-T know that you never will be happy until you do tell me!" "I'm afraid, Ann dear, that you never nev-er will be happy after 1 have told ycu! Come into the house, child. I'm polng to tell of your father!' And learfully mV mother bowed an adieu to Kenneth's father. Tomorrow Mv Mother's Stery. |
