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“It was this way,” explained Harriet. “I should think you would have a bed She was not tearful like Louisa ; emotion made up constantly for such steady visimade her almost savage.

She had been tors, Wilhelmina," laughed Miles Baroutrageously treated, and she meant to rett, a little uneasily. He was as fat as speak her mind. Her husband's depreca- his wife, but much handsomer. He had tory cough had no effect upon her. "We always been fond of Wilhelmina; he came into town to the theater and we pitied her now, with all these women after missed our train."

her. If it had been any morning but Sun"As you very often do, Harriet,” inter- day, he would have been at his office inrupted Wilhelmina, calmly. Already in stead of in attendance at this family counthe position of the greatest strategic value cil. And why did they not come to the with her back to the light, she now sat point? It was perfectly true that Wilheldown and took up some knitting as an mina had done a strange thing,—at least additional support. She never sewed; she the women thought it was strange, - but hated putting in tiny stitches. It was not he was perfectly sure that Wilhelmina until much later in the day that any one

could explain. remembered that for the first time in her Wilhelmina smiled back at him. life she had knitted on Sunday.

“Harriet can't sleep in a bed that is n't “It does n't make any difference whether freshly made up,” she said. She turned to we miss it or not,” Harriet went on. look smilingly at Harriet. "I 'm sorry, “The children are well taken care of, and Harriet, but I can't see that it is anything it gives Herbert a longer night's rest." to be angry about. You 've been married

“We always have to waken Wilhel- for fifteen years, and you 've missed your mina,” reminded Herbert, uneasily. train at least once a week ever since, and

Harriet proceeded, unheeding. She I 've never failed to let you in and make never paid any attention to what Herbert you comfortable. Have I ?” said. She had learned from her mother “It is my father's house," protested how to manage a husband.

Harriet. "I've always advised you, and "It is perfectly right that I should come helped you run it. I ought to be ‘let in,' to my father's house. It is still my home,

as you call it.” just as though dear mother were still with "No, Harriet." Wilhelmina laid down us. As I said—” She turned her frown- her knitting for an instant. “It is father's ing brows from Herbert to Wilhelmina. home, and it will be all his life, but it is There was not only disapproval in her not his house. It is my house. Aunt Wileyes, but there was real concern, almost helmina gave it to me, as you know. fright-"as I said, we missed our train And—” Wilhelmina paused for an instant, and came to my father's house to spend then went on with the deliberation of one the night. And—” Harriet's voice rose who has long weighed her words - "the tragically—“and we could not get in; the furnishings are mine. Mother left them door was locked against us!”

to me in her will, as you know. I am “The maids cannot hear the bell in the delighted to have you and Herbert come third story,” said Wilhelmina. She spoke in at any time, even in the middle of the quietly. They all spoke quietly, being night, and I am perfectly willing to get well-bred women.

“And father cannot up and let you in. I do not mind Louisa's hear."

sending Mr. Barrett here--" “We have always got in before,” said “Does he know?" faltered Louisa. Harriet.

Wilhelmina looked at her. “Does he “Because you rapped on the pipe that know what, Louisa?" runs down by my window," answered It was then that Louisa remembered Wilhelmina. “I always heard you, and that the main issue had not been touched. came down and let you in, and made up “Oh, nothing,” she groaned. “What your beds, and got you something to eat." were you saying, Ti-Wilhelmina?"

“And you did n't hear us last night?” “And I am perfectly willing," went on asked Harriet, slowly. Her tone offered Wilhelmina, even more calmly, “to have to her sister an opportunity to confess. Louisa's four children here for a month But Wilhelmina was dull.

while the other two have the mumps, and "No," she said; “I did n't hear you." then to have the two while the other four have the mumps. I am glad that is, I Wilhelmina laughed almost hysterically. have been glad to leave the furniture ex- "I am seven years older than you, Haractly where it has been for the last twenty riet.” years because Mary has a sentimental “But I am married. And I have had fondness for having it the way mother children, and I--I know the world, and placed it, even though it is inconvenient we have always planned everything for and mother would have changed it long you, and we have tried to make it up to since, but I wish you would realize that it you because you were n't married, and—” is because I like to please you, and not “Don't you think it is time I had a because I consider it my duty. And here- little liberty ?” asked Wilhelmina, lightly. after-"

"And so this morning early we called “But,” began Harriet.

up the house again, and got father, and he "But, Tiny !" gasped Louisa.

said you were home last night." “Why, Wilhelmina !” cried Mary. “Did n't you believe him?"

"She's perfectly right," said Louisa's "Our dear father," sobbed Mary, "it husband, and the other men nodded. They would be so easy to deceive him.” became each moment more desirous of Louisa too burst into sobs. “And John escape. Their errand began to seem in- Barrett must have known it,” she said. sulting. Mary's jolly preacher husband “I had to send him here because the room reminded her that church-time was ap- was being papered. I don't know what proaching, and she answered that there he will think. I-" was still an hour.

Wilhelmina got slowly to her feet and “But, Wilhelmina!" Harriet's voice looked round at them-at her three fat choked. She was getting to her subject sisters and their greatly superior husbands, at last. Louisa began to cry, red spots and over their heads at her father working came into Mary's cheeks, and the men away in the library. Her eyes seemed to looked at the floor. “Where were you say that the joke had gone far enough. last night?"

“Will you good people please tell me “Where was I last night?" repeated what you mean?” she asked sharply. Wilhelmina.

“Miles, what is it?" Harriet looked at her, gasping.

There was no cutting in before the “I-1- don't want to seem like a spy,

flood of Harriet's speech. Wilhelmina,- none of us does, and we "So we called a taxicab and drove to would n't d-dream you could do anything Louisa's, and there--and there,” The wrong. As I said, we missed our train, flood of words ceased. Harriet too reand then we could not get in. We did n't signed herself to tears. mind standing in the snow and banging at "Miles!" begged Wilhelmina. the pipe. And we might have gone right “It 's all nonsense, I 'm sure," he said. to a hotel, only I had to borrow overshoes “Louisa and Herbert came in, terribly to go home to-day, on account of the snow, wrought up, and we could n't get the and, besides, I was frightened. So we house on the 'phone, and then our Helen went to the chemist's at the corner and came in in great excitement to say she'd rang his night-bell, and he came down and seen you going into a restaurant with a let us in, and Herbert called you up on

I told her she must be mistaken, the 'phone, and there was no answer. It but she insisted that she knew your hat or was twelve o'clock, Wilhelmina."

coat or something. The women thought “The maids are n't expected to answer it was late for you to be out, that 's the 'phone after eleven."

all.” “But the extension 'phone is in your "Then what was my niece doing out at sitting-room, and you sleep with the door such an hour ?" asked Wilhelmina. open and you are a light sleeper. You “She had been to the theater," exwere n't in the house, Wilhelmina!" plained Louisa. “She was driving home "Well,” said Wilhelmina.

with Mrs. Wentworth. She was chaper“And you had n't told any one you oned, Wilhelmina, and you were not. were going out, and there has never been They all saw you, and poor Helen was so a night in your life that we did n't know mortified she almost cried." where you were, and—”

Wilhelmina's eyes traveled from one to

man.

even

the other. The eyes of Louisa and Har- “Father would have to - to announce riet and Mary were averted. The hysterical

your engagement,” she faltered. “And note returned to Wilhelmina's voice. you could have a matron of honor. Any

"Eighteen-year-old Helen weeping over one of us could be it. And we would give the sins of her forty-two-year-old aunt! you luncheons and-and-but, oh, WilDoes n't that seem a trifle ridiculous ? helmina, why do you do it?" And suppose I did go to a restaurant for Wilhelmina ignored the last despairing supper after the theater!"

wail. “Wilhelmina!” said Louisa.

“I think that such weddings are vul“Wilhelmina !" cried Harriet.

gar." "Wilhelmina!" groaned Mary.

“Vulgar!” cried Harriet and Louisa "You don't know how often I have and Mary together. All their wedbeen there."

dings had been six-week pageants of din“That," wailed Louisa, "is the awful ners and luncheons and theater-parties. part."

Again their husbands looked at each other "Or how often I may go there in the slyly. future.”

“Yes, vulgar,” said Wilhelmina. Her three brothers-in-law, the "Well, I give up!" cried Harriet. Rev. John Smith, stared at her with aston- “And to whom,” faltered Louisa — "to ished, amazed approval. Her three sisters whom would you like to be married ?" stared at one another aghast. That Wil- “I am married,” said Wilhelmina. “I helmina, in the foolish immaturity of an was married last evening at Dr. Pryor's. unmarried person, might yield even once Then we went to the theater. We sat to the temptation to be unconventional two rows behind Helen and Mrs. Wentwas hard to believe; that she boldly pur- worth, and we went out early on purpose posed to repeat the offense was incred- to avoid them. I never thought of their ible.

driving past our restaurant. Then we There was a middle-aged woman of their came home. I sent you announcements acquaintance, a widow, who surrounded this morning by special messenger. If you herself with a circle of admiring young had waited a little longer you would have men whom she took yachting and auto

The others have gone by mobiling. Was Wilhelmina, staid, forty- mail." two-year-old Wilhelmina, to become an- Announcements,” cried Harriet—"to other Anna Lenwood ? They knew no

your sisters!.wrong of Anna Lenwood, but her be- “I did n't wish to be talked over even havior was undignified, unconventional, for a week.” mad.

"And who— " gasped Louisa, in her They remembered with terror the el- mind a dozen frantic possibilities of atderly men, friends of their father, and the tractive, foolish boys and unattractive old boys, sons of friends of their own, who men, each of whom was an enemy taking liked to go to see Wilhelmina. They re- an inheritance away from her childrenmembered also their own children, Wil- “who is the man?” helmina's nieces and nephews, whom they "The man?" Wilhelmina flushed crimhad expected her to enrich as their Aunt A man appeared suddenly in the Wilhelmina had enriched her. Suppose doorway. At sight of him Louisa groaned Wilhelmina should buy a yacht and an

It was John Barrett. She automobile!

had been praying that he would not apHarriet found her breath first.

pear. “No unmarried woman should go to a John Barrett seemed to be very much theater or to supper alone with a man if at home. He walked across the room, put she is eighty,” she declared.

“The newer

his arm round Wilhelmina, and called her set may do those things. We do not."

Tiny. “But

suppose,” said Wilhelmina, “What do you think of it?” he asked slowly, "suppose I should say I was going them all. to be married.”

"John!" said Miles Barrett. Lor' i spoke as though she were plan- "Is it you?cried Louisa. ning ilhelmina's funeral.

"Of course," said John Barrett. "None

got them.

son.

once more.

of you supposed that a man could live in forgotten that he had been trained to keep the same house with her without falling his books in the library. Harriet emin love with her, did you?"

braced him tenderly. His brother, and newly acquired bro- “We can forgive her for treating us thers-in-law rushed forward to seize his this way,” she mourned; "it is you for hand. To each of them Wilhelmina pre- whom we resent it, Father. To go out of sented a fushed and dutiful cheek. Her your house alone, and be married at the sisters did not come forward. Harriet clergyman's without an engagement, withmanaged to cross the room to put her arms out attendants, without-" round her father. He had come into the Father shook himself free. room not to assist in the discussion, -he “Now, Harriet,” he said, “don't be a had not known that a discussion was in goose. If you are talking about Wilhelprogress, -- but to find a book which he mina's wedding, she had an attendant. I had mislaid. In the years of Wilhelmina's was the attendant. Wilhelmina, where is gentle administration he had occasionally my book ?"

COMING HOME

BY E. SEWELL HILL

HEY have hauled in the gang-plank; the breast-line crawls back;

Of the storm and the night, and across to the mouth
Of the harbor, where stretching far out to the south,
Run the lights of the town.

Swinging slowly, we turn,
Pointing out for mid-lake, past the long pier, where burn
The red harbor-lights, where the great billows churn,
Blow on blow, on the spiles, spilling down the white foam-
But I 've written the home-folks that I 'm coming home.

And I 'm coming; huddled close by the slow-falling rail,
Blinking red through the mist and the spray, while the hail
Rattles down the wet decks, lifting high, with the wail
Up the wind of the fog-horn, and behind on our trail,
And we nose straight out in the teeth of the gale,
I know by the throb that the engines prevail,
And-steady, my courage ! - unless the stars fail,
We'll make it.

But tell me, O gray eyes and blue,
Did you know, in your watching, Odim eyes and true,
In that black night's wild fury, while the storm-signals flew,
While the waves beat us back, and the hoarse whistles blew –
Did you know, O my dear ones, I was coming to you?

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The silence of midnight; the hiss of the swell;
The creaking of timbers; the close cabin smell ;
The slow-swaying shadows; the jar of the screw;
The wind at the shutter; the feet of the crew;
The cry of a childis he coming home, too?
There 's a rent in the night, and a star glimmers through;
The skies clear above us; the west banks up brown;
The wind dies across us; the sea 's running down;
And across the dim water, still breaking in foam,
Stretches out the far shore-line-and I 'm coming home.
The hills smile a welcome, the long night is past,
And the ship 's turning into the harbor at last.
The engines slow down; we steal through the slip,
Past the low-burning lamp, and with quivering lip,
Call down to the life-savers, cheering us on.

The weary throb sends us straight into the dawn,
Fair and white up the bay, half asleep, all adream,
In its translucent purple and pearl. Just a gleam
Out there of the earliest sail ; here the curl
Of the first lazy smoke from a cabin,-a girl
Loops up the long vines at the doorway. A swirl
Of white water behind us; then a stir at the dock.
Steam slowly! The head-line- the stern-line, the shock
As we swing alongside, and across the plank flock
Wan faces, with breath still a-quiver, the roar
Of the night still above and about them, the floor
Still uncertain; but over the grateful, brown loam
We crowd to the shore-boat-and I 'm coming home.

And away to the north, over depths of cool green
From the bluffs overhead, where the deep-set ravine
Digs down to the heart of the wood, while a stream
Trickles out over sands drifting white and the pier
Reaches out through the water to meet us! We 're here!
From the pier to the boat-house and far down the shore
Flutters back to the group at the old farm-house door
The word that I 'm coming; and from wrinkled old hands,
As the dear old feet toil through the weary, white sands,
Bringing welcome and welcome, from boat-house and strand,
The hurrying, white-winged signals all come-
God pity the mortal who has never come home.
And I? I 'm not worth it. But, gray eyes and blue!
While the storms beat about me, 0 dear hearts and true!
Or the fogs, Alinging far, blot the stars from the blue,
If the pole-star leads on or the rudder swings true,
It 's not heaven I 'm after-I 'm coming to you.
But heaven it will be when down the blue dome
Flutter out the white signals that I 'm coming home.

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