Daily British Whig (1850), 15 Nov 1912, p. 14

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RSmace---------- er eens sese THE WAY BACK - Pmma entercd from the tiny oven of a kitchen where the gas light had flared Juridly over her hurried breakfast preparations, « The dining room was almost as small as the kitchen and quite as hot, despite the effort she had made to keup it ¢ocl on Bex's account. © He zat af the table with Bis head on his hand waiting. She set the tray down jefore him silently. Silently he ac oepted her ministration. From the adjoining bedroom came an insistent . The baby had awakened. in and lifted the child The little one droop éd Himply over her shoulder and. the wail subsided to a whimper. Rex called: with her?" = There was genuine concern in hig Wolee, without much tenderness, He was abont to step forward inte the barness without being fully restad from yesterday's long strains, . Emma came out with the child in her arms. "She's cross with the I'M bathe her and then she'll It's dreadfuly close to- day. We ought to get her out of fhe city before long. The milk is 80 poor. I'm afraid for her." Rex drew a Jong breath. "I don't gee how we're going to do it, Em- ma, I ean't pay board for you, and 'board for myself and keep' up the rent here. Why don't you go home nd slay for a couple of months? could manage that much well » "Home!" Emma cried. She aught of the hot, dull little House, if her father, and brother, always ia coarse working clothes, of her poor, sternly economical and hard working mother, of her younger sis- giggling schoolgir! shuddered. "Oh, 1 can't take baby %here," she appealed, using hes ~ strongest argument, © "Well, then!" Rex "of finality, 'Tears leaped to Turning quickly, she fato the bath room door, Ten minutes later Rex care and + Jooked in.' "You better ronsider my suggestion about your going home this summer," he said kind- got to go now. 'BP to herself, Emma thought " things over. The few small rooms grew hotter and hotter. The Laby " eried continually. "She Is suffer fog," Emma thought, desperately. #Ard Rex will not send us into the " said in a tons Emma's eves took the baby and shat the "Bue felt resentful toward this new attitude of her husband's. Last summer she had gone before thi fo the country and Reg had joined Ber when his vaeation time came. They had been happy together in a quiet spot. Sho had forward to geing back to at place this swmmer with hep baby. And now she could not go for going home she conld not a, to think of that. Home had never meant to her what it meant 40 most girls. Bhe had been the oldest and brightest snd she had an education that enabled her earn many of the protty thing: 3 d longed for and which her fathef could not afford, to buy for While at business school she had met Rex and when, after she thought he had passed out of her 'fife sorever, he suddenly appeared dn the office where she Ni en gaged as stenographer, she was sc d that her eyes had told him so her lips had spoken. They had become engaged immediately sd married a few months later. gen those two dates her hap- pineas had been strangely mingled satisfaction at the thought of Could Not Digest His Food For Years From Indiges- tion Until Cured by Dr, Chaseis Kitney-Liver Pills. LRAT RY | "What is the midtter § { wood-colored house uflder tie maple leaving people, them. home forever. She loved her but she had never felt of Her education bad lifted her out of their way. They were plod: ders; she longed to soar. As Rex's wife she would bave,an opportunity to go as high as her wings wonild cary her. The first eightoen months of their married life had seemed (0 realize Ber dreamy Tharp the baby came, and with her 4 dis tinet change. Life took on a gravity. a seriousness of aspect she had not looked for--how actually gerfous sh had, however, never realized unt'! now, She bad not been home since she was married. She had written oc casionally, of coufge, and they had answered. But with the infrequent letters all intercourse between the bome folks and herself had begun and ended, As the morning wore on, with its wilting torpidity, Emma became convinced that she ought not to be in the city with the baby. Rex came homo to luncheon, looking pale and spent. "The hot wave's here, all right" he sighed. "I wish you'd go tc your folks, Emma. You could get ready this aftergoon and I'd see you out of the city early to-mor row morning. You'd be there by 16 o'clock If you start at 4, and the cars wouldn't be crowded a3 thes | are later in the day. We mustn't let the baby get very sick, you know Emma looked steadily away from him for a long moment. She though' much in that mement. But his las sentence helped her to a decision "I'll do as you say, Rex,' she an Ewered. After he had gona Lack to worl sie made regdy to go away, Ii grew hotter and hotter. Tae bab; cried and Emma cried with her. She had never heen so utterly heartsick in her life. Rex brought home - some fee eregm for dinner and they ate lit tle else. "I tell you," he said, as he wiped the perspiration from in side his limp collar, "If | could get a job in the country I'd take it." . "You couldn't get such a job ar you've got 'nm the country," Emma said. "Look at father, what he's worked for all his life." "Nevertheless, he's lived." Rex sighefl. "Think of having a plece if grass to sit on on & night like this." It was a torrid night. Before it was fairly done they crept out and made their way to the station. Re was very grave at pariing. She wag too tired to notice muck besides the fact that he made her as comfort able as he could. She kissed Him the train began to move, and he swung off the steps onto the plat- form, She looked pack and saw hin watching after her, and the hard rit tle spot in her heart came near soft ening entirely. A tglegram which Rex had sent the night before brought her father to the station. He stepped forward out of the little group that awaited the train's arrival-a sober, rough figure with a homely, kindly fae. "Hello, sis!" he said, merely, and took the suitcase and the baby from her. He had, she poticed, a perfect ly satisfactory way of carrying the baby. At least the little thing didn' ry. father, who talked all the way to the baby, instead of to her. "I guess she known her grampa,' he said trimmphantly. When at last they turned into o certain green lane Emma was amas Emma tagged limply after her} at the tome, it used house which had been mn the por sight of the wood-colored her forme It was so wuch larger thav to seem. There was a vin: and a great maple rus tiled ower the roof, And behind wa an open field with a brook. Her mother and Mildred were wait ing to receive her. Mildred had Stown inte a pretty, quiet-looking girl. "This is the baby," she said, hold: ing out eager arms for it. "It was awfully nice in you to name he after 'me, Emma." "1 always liked your name," Em- ma replied with a smile. Within the house was clean and there were airy bare spaces. It war 3p8y to see that Mildred used a good many of her own' fdeas in mizking home pleasant. They led her up tc the guest chamber, which had been daintily papered. After the close little flat shat In by brick walls, the scented, a haven of coolness and t. "1 wish Rex were here," Emma thought. . And she pitied him be ~ause he must stay in the city. Af er all he was wiSer than she had seen. He had known what was best for her. £4 : Dinner was a revelation from the anrried, messy, greasy affairs she sc #all remembered. There was clean nen and the cooking was delicious. fmma found herself eating as she 1d not eaten in weeks and prais ng everything. "Yes. Mildred does fine," her mother sald admiringly, "She's had 3 course in domestic science, you suow--gort of takes to it somehow." "It's strange." thought Emma, 'that everything here seems so dif 'arent from what It used to. Mildred ® 4 dear girl. And mother-well, she's mother. And father and Bob are the manliest men, next to Rex { ever met. Poor Rex, I wish he was here." * f he weeks later Rax eame. The TO TASTE hl .. + THE DAILY BRITISH WHIG PRIDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 1012. ~ WHISKY OUGHT SELECTED WHISKY A I EE E-- "Look, Son That's where 4 COWANS is made' % "N Jd Aveda A . ES RN ARIA rz CES Le 5 04 dd 3 2 7 4 7 w 2a 7 % vy Z, di gp bs Of err sed or A oe vi - oy 7 * oy 5% ; oo ey 4 ie a 7 -d Yi Tee 9 % « = iy -- 4 7 Fr % fs 4 4 7 or i ~ A . 2 L a ' hoi id 5 # he ro > <3 2 i ae > a $5 7 3 er I ' nS , og S - 4 a, 3 < 77 . Cust : te Uy « , hd wae re cui 49 -- aoe ae It 4 A TE oy "hi = i: Sg Bg 5 1HE bids "ie a £7 r HY a] atl Tipe & a RRA 5% 3 % on + 50. == 7s hiss ! " wes bod ve wh big ind a oe ar i 4 + { | bs > y amassTInVeTESY Here isa factory where none but high-quality goods are produced. Here are men trained in the skill- +f ful blending and scientific pre- -~ ~ ~ ~ paration of Cocoa and Chocolate. Not a bag of inferior Cocoa Beans enters the doors. Only the most modern chocolate- making machinery is used. - Nowhere, not even in the older European countries where cocoa has been used for centuries, will a more efficient plant be found. Everything is modern, everything is cal- . culated to make the very finest grade of chocolate that can be produced --and everything is clean, spotlessly AT YOUR GROCER'S - . The COWAN COMPANY, Limited, TORONTO, Ont. » i fany softer than is possibls e nse of rash . aan It #3 a euriags fact with reforsmee thore iz m bit of snow onthe window [rather than to keep itd ocoupdnis sill in the morning. But the Rus jwarm. sian, on tha contrary, likes no sleep! The American clings to bis femth- ing place so well as the top of the low, tnt he has long slece dis big soapstone stoys In Bis dwelling. [enrded the old feather bed In faver Crawling oat of this bliateriag bod lof the Bair or straw or in the morning, be delights in ~l : : their ing » plunge in a cold stream, even . if he breaks through the ice to do RIA potted mam: | In Laplsnil the ragive crawls. head CAS. native craw : oo and ail, into 4 bag! 2 ans sndina. +. 108 Kind You Have Always Boagh fait mattress i Haskell, " MT 3 Lamilaed The feather bed has hots relegated fo the country. 3 SWiscon- sin, v Fn bn oti Pug His Own Grave. Okla, 15, Joseph urhy, seventy-five years oid, sesisted in digging his own grave hers, al though he thought it was to he the final resting place of anothe?. Appar. ently in good health, Tuthy, with an- other man, dug the grave for 5 wo man who had died, and towedistely alter the work was Soisbed, T into the grave, ead fro ing to the peculing ; Turby wan buried is Hew bongs fs . NOV.

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