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CHAPTER 111
“You’re not goin’ there like that?”
“I am, too!”
“They’ll give you another fifty,
you big liar,” Joe grinned.
“No, but honestly, do you see how
they can help handing it all back
to me?” Sheila asked complacently.
“Oh, Mrs. Carscadden, dear’r,” she
parodied, sitting down at the table,
and fixing her mother with tragic
young eyes, “it’s a har’rd winter on
the poor’r—it is, indade. Me man
has been home it’s t’ree weeks now,
wit’ his fut swelled up the size of a
gourd, and me bad luck is that an
other little one is cornin’—”
“I’ll take you over my knee, and
learn you a little more, since you
know all that,” Mrs. Carscadden
said with outraged dignity. But her
mouth twitched.
And as her only further comment
after a general inspection of Sheila’s
costume was a reluctantly admiring
“You’re a holy terror, and I wouldn’t
wonder did the police take you up!”
Sheila was free to escape, with one
more burst of laughter, into the win
ter streets, to follow up the invita
tion to adventure.
She descended through the house
quietly enough—the few returning
workers who were coming in, tired
and grimy, at half past six, were
not interested in the girl who slipped
by them so unobtrusively—and once
in the street she aroused no interest
at all.
She took a downtown train, and
came to the surface again only a
few blocks east of her destination.
The neighborhood into which she
ascended was rather like her own
home environment in the Bronx, but
as she walked westward the street
improved, with that abruptness
characteristic of the biggest city,
and the brownstone house before
which she finally stopped was not
only handsome in an old-fashioned
way, but decorously set in a line of
similar homes, and close to the
white winter park.
Well, it wasn’t an apartment
house, anyway. Sheila and Angela
had hoped it might be. “G. C. K.”
might be hard to locate, in a big
apartment house, and the money re
main with its finder, after all.
The house looked tremendous to
Sheila; there were windows on both
sides of the big door at the top of the
brownstone steps. Bay windows, and
behind them rich, heavy curtains,
looped back, filled the little space
between the lowered shades and the
wide sills. And through this little
space light escaped hospitably.
These people were rich, all right.
Now for the butler. Her heart
.beating uncomfortably, Sheila rang
the bell.
A kindly faced, middle-aged Irish
woman opened the door and asked
concernedly:
“Did ye want to see somebody,
dear’r?”
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Sheila was all but staggered. She
recovered her brogue with a gasp.
“They lost a little pur’rse,” she
managed to stammer, “an’ I found
it. I brought it back to yez.”
The woman gave her so scrutiniz
ing a glance that Sheila’s heart
failed her, and she wished herself
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“Did you want to see somebody,
dear-r?”
well out of the adventure. But there
could be no retreating now; she re
peated her story, accompanying it
with a shy smile. She extended the
pocketbook, entirely forgetting her
plan and her suspicions.
“Ye found it?” Mamie O’Connor
asked, after another look.
“Wit’ money in it.”
Another pause. Then the woman
said briefly.
“Stip in.”
She closed the door behind Sheila.
“Kape it,” she directed, as Sheila,
still entirely forgetting her precon
ceived plan, would have given her
the bills. “And set here whilst I go
see,” she added.
Sheila sat down on a marble
bench; the maid disappeared at the
back of the big hall.
The beauty, the warmth, the com
fort of it stunned her. She had nev
er been in such a place before. She
couldn’t go on with this; it fright
ened her. Sheila obeyed a mad im
pulse toward flight. Laying the purse
on the bench, she was on her feet,
she was at the big door.
The rattle of a key in the lock sent
her back to her bench trembling.
The door through which she had en
tered opened again, and a squarely
built, black-headed young man let
himself in.
He glanced at her; spoke to the
returning maid:
“Is Mother home, Mamie?”
“She is not, then, Mr. Frank,”
the servant returned easily.
“They’ve gone over to church. But
the Judge and the baby are here.”
The young man glanced again at
Sheila, and as he was close to
the maid now, could ask her a ques
tion in an undertone. Mamie’s an
swer told Sheila what the question
was.
EARLY COUNTY NEWS, BLAKELY, GEORGIA
“She found Miss Gertrude’s blue
bag in the street, and your papa
wants to see her.”
“Oh, that’s all right then!” he
said, going on toward the stairs.
Sheila’s heart was suddenly sing
ing. A new young man, unexpected
ly encountered, and looking admira
tion at her sent her spirits up. This
was beginning to be terrifically ex
citing—
She followed Mamie across the
warm wide hall, with its rugs and
statues and palms, and through one
of the curtained great doorways that
flanked it at dignified intervals on
either side. They entered an apart
ment that Sheila knew instantly was
the most luxurious she had ever
seen, even though the details of it
reached her consciousness much lat
er, one by one.
There was a stout, middle-aged
man here, a velvet-coated and com
fortably dressed man, with a ring
of dark curls surrounding a bald
spot on his head. To Sheila he
seemed, even at this first glance,
to radiate good nature, kindness,
strength. With him was a small
romping girl in a smocked pink silk.
Both got out of a deep chair as
Sheila came in, and the child clung
to her father’s hand as she studied
Sheila curiously.
“How do you do?” the man said.
The tone of his voice added, “you
dear, forlorn child,” and Sheila felt
her heart twist. “The maid told me
that you’d like to speak to me,” he
went on.
That the maid, in the voice and
with the majestic gesture of a sibyl,
had predicted the wrath of God “for
annyone who cud find it in his
hear’rt to refuse to see a white-faced
little ger’rl,” the man did not add.
“Sit down there in that chair.
Veronica and I are all alone to
night, aren’t we Pokey? They’re all
gone to church to rehearse for Ger
trude’s wedding—our foster-daugh
ter, that is.”
He was talking along easily to
cover any possible awkwardness on
the visitor’s part and, unversed as
she was in social usages, Sheila felt
the kindliness of it.
“Yes, sir, Gertie lost her mamma
and her papa when she was no big
ger than Veronica here,” Judge Me
Cann went on. “And now she’s to
marry my second son, Peter. And
his mother and I are well pleased
with it.”
“And Frank’s going to be married,
too!” Veronica announced, half-shy,
half-bold.
“Yes,” the father said, “Frank’s
to be married too, come June.
That’s my oldest son. He’s marry
ing Judge Kennedy’s daughter—a
fine ger’rl. Both the boys, yes.
But we have others. We’ve Monica,
and Tony and Dan, haven’t we,
Von?—Sit down, child, sit down,” he
went on hospitably, sitting down
himself, with the little girl on his
knee. “And it’s a bitter night out,
isn’t it? This is my baby Veronica;
she’s no baby at all, she’s grown a
monsther on me—”
He drew Veronica forward—with
that obvious pride in a thin, gawky
crowlike little girl that only a father
can display. Immediately he turned
his attention to the ]»urse.
“Ye found a purse, Mamie tells
me.”
“I didn’t find it, exactly,” Sheila
explained. She felt ashamed of her
masquerade, before his honest, con
cerned blue eyes.
“I bought it at the rummage sale
at St. Leo’s,” she explained. “And
there was money hid in it.”
His big arm was about his little
girl’s thin form. He did not look
at the money and the purse Sheila
displayed; his eyes were all for
Sheila herself. With infinite tender
ness and pity in his homely, rugged
face he studied the girl’s shabby
clothes, her pale cheeks and blaz
ing blue eyes.
“And your papa is dead?”
“Yes, sir’r.”
“But do ye work?”
“I have been,” Sheila said mod
estly. “But sure they fired me just
yesterda’.”
“And thin ye found the money, did
ye?”
“Me little sisther Angela, that’s a
cripple,” Sheila began, “was lookin’
at the pur’rse and seen the let
thers—”
And she exposed them for his
inspection: “G. C. K.” on the dark
blue flap.
“So I knew I cuddent kape it,”
Sheila said, “Annyway, Mamma
wuddent Fave me, she added, with
truth.
“Your mamma wuddent?” he was
watching her closely.
Sheila shook her head, and smiled.
“And yet, it’d be your mamma’s
rent, I daresay?” the man persist
ed. “You’d bring back the rent
itself, would ye?”
Sheila’s eyes were all candor.
“She told me to,” she replied.
“I wonder if we’d be as honest as
that, Von?” the man mused. He
sighed heavily.
There was a silence. Sheila felt
uncomfortable. The tender, father
ly look, the fireside in a room full
of books, the little girl, all shook her
to the roots of her being. She was
conscious of wanting to cry.
(continued)
Minister Hits High Spots
A minister spent SSO in Joplin,
Mo., saloons, but he didn’t get a
single drink. He was paying off the
debts of a reformed convict, who
wrote from prison and asked if the
pastor would help him settle ac
counts. The prisoner inclosed the
money.
ADMINISTRATOR’S SALE
GEORGIA, Early County:
The undersigned, as administrator
of the estate of Hartwell Hunter, by
virtue of an order of the Court of
Ordinary of said county, will sell at
public outcry, on the First Tuesday
in June, 1940, at the court house
door in said county, between the
legal hours of sale, the following de
scribed land:
All that part of lot of land No.
three hundred and twenty six in the
26th district of Early County,
bounded by a line beginning on the
southern boundary line of said lot
which is 366 2-3 yards west from
the south east corner of said lot,
thence running west along > said
boundary .line 366 2-3 yards, thence
north parallel with the original line
660 yards, thence east parallel with
the original line 366 2-3 yards,
thence south 660 yards to point of
beginning, containing fifty acres,
more or less.
Said sale will be for cash, and
subject to confirmation by the un
dersigned.
J. L. HOUSTON, Administrator.
FOR SALE Several hundred
bushels of shelled and ear corn. W.
H. ROBERTS, Donalsonville, Ga.
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CITATION
GEORGIA, Early County:
To whom it may concern:
Notice is hereby given that W. A.
Evans, guardian of Leone E. Black
Evans, appointed by the proper au
thority in Early county, State of
Georgia, has filed his application to
sell the following property in this
county to pay debts and expenses:
An undivided one-sixth interest in
fifty acres of land off lot number
one hundred ninety-five (195) in the
28th land district, Early county,
Ga., and said application will be
heard at the May term of the court
of Ordinary of this county.
This the 6th day of May, 1940.
D. C. MORGAN, Ordinary.
CITATION
GEORGIA, Early County:
To whom it may concern:
Mrs. Edna B. Stephenson having
in due form applied to me for per
manent letters of administration up
on the estate of D. S. Stephenson,
deceased, this is to notify the next
of kin and creditors of the said de
ceased, D. S. Stephenson, that said
application will be heard before
me at the regular June Term, 1940,
of the Court of Ordinary of said
County. Witness my hand and offi
cial signature, this 4th day of
May, 1940.
D. C. MORGAN, Ordinary.
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