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Woman's home companion
Vol. LXIV, No. 6 (1937)

[Continued articles and works],   pp. 133-134 PDF (1.5 MB)

Page 134

You Can't Have Everything
of a girl Cam had known as Dixie-
Belle Sunderland, wrote Cam a friendly
little letter saying that she and Bob
were staying with Mamma in Oakland
for the present and would like to have
the children for a "real good visit."
. Cam sat with Dixie-Belle's letter in
her hand wondering what on earth
she could do now. Jane and Joanna
were nervous enough already about
brief partings from their mother.
They would go out of their little
senses at the mere idea of going away
from her for weeks, living in a strange
place with the father they hardly re-
membered. Perhaps, this feeling of
theirs tactfully represented to him,
Bob would give up the idea of the
visit. Dixie-Belle could not really
want the children; she had been mar-
ried before and divorced; she had
never had a child. Why should she
suddenly decide that she wanted to
mother Cam Kilgarif's children? It
was a pose, to impress Bob, and if
difficulties were made she would prob-
ably be very grateful for them.
Cam discussed it with John.
"Write her that you think they're
too small," John suggested. Cam did
immediately write to Bob's new wife,
looking long at the name on the en-
velope: Mrs. Robert Wren Sylvester.
Her name for so many years! What
would Dixie-Belle do when Bob began
to be absent from home for nights and
weeks together? Dixie-Belle played
golf almost every day; they'd have
that in common.
l   THE answer from     Dixie-Belle
came promptly. She and Robert
were sure that Jane andjoanna were not
at all too small to visit their father
and would send for them on October
first, if that was all right with Cam.
It was bitterly all wrong with Cam,
but after a talk with John and two agi-
rating telephone talks with the lawyer
who had made all the arrangements
for her divorce, she realized that she
had no choice and with a sick heart
packed up the girls' clothes and when
the day came put them into Bob's
familiar car in charge of Mabel and
old Fred. Jane remembered old Fred,
if Joanna was a little hazy about him,
and observed excitedly, "Will Daddy
let us see the monkeys again? Are we
going to the park?'
'Imagine her rememberin' that!"
Mabel said, not displeased herself at
this break in the daily routine. Mabel
felt and looked important as she went
off in complete responsibility for the
little Sy'vesters; she did not knowv any-
thing about the Sunderland house, but
if the staff there was not impressed
with the Kilgarif name at first hear-
ing, it woutld be before she got
Cam   kissed Jane, kissed Joanna,
pressing her hungry cheek against
theirs. She put them in the back seat,
each at a window, with Mabel be-
tween them, and told them to be very
good girls.
" You'll telephone me every eve-
ning, Mabel? And if there's a tele-
phone in the room where the v sleep,
sometimes let them talk to ile."
"I will, Mrs. Kilgarif.  I'll call you
round eight every flight."
" You're to be back in December,"
Cam said in a lower tone. " But if for
any reason you think thev'd like Non
to come sooner, why, come straight
home. It won't matter how things
are here, get them here and we'll
straighten out the details afterward."
"Mummy, are you coming in 'bout
an hour tomorrow this evening?"
Joanna asked.
"Mummy'll be waiting for you
when you get home. All right,
Cam and John watched the car out
of sight. The October morning was
hot and still; there was not a cloud in
the clear blue sky. Cam reeled a little
and caught John's shoulder as they
turned to go back into the house.
"I hate to see them go!" she whis-
pered, very white.
"Why, Cam, sweetheart!" he said,
amazed. "It's only for a few weeks!"
*SHE sat down on a terrace chair
and half-laughing and half-con-
cerned, he knelt beside her and held
her cold hands.
He talked along comfortingly in
the crystal warm sunshine that was
steaming on heaps of wet leaves and
making the low eaves of the farm-
house twinkle, and she listened, her
thoughtful blue eyes on his face, one
hand resting against his cheek. Now
and then she said: "Ah, you're quite
right, darling," and when finally he
went back to his work it was with the
feeling on his part that she was com-
pletely herself again.
But Cam, passing the open nursery
door, seeing the orderly little beds
within, with Dora setting the white
lamb and the woolly dog against
Joanna's pillow, and Jane's last
scrawled French lesson still chalked on
the blackboard, felt an agony so acute
at her heart that she put her hand
there as if to stanch a wound. She
went to her own room and looked
about vaguely, pulled on stiff old
gauntlets, reached for a shade hat and
went oti to dig somewhere, to get
tired, to keep busy.
It was no use. There was no dis-
order of blocks and paper dolls on the
sheltered end of the terrace; there
were no voices ringing out against the
ripple of waters at the pool. A dread-
ful silence was everywhere, an empti-
ness that was like the aching emptiness
of her heart.
AT TWO     o'clock, when John
came out exhausted and hungry
for his lunch, Cam wvas at her loveliest
in something striped and blue, and said
that she was starving too. He did not
notice that she ate almost nothing as
they shared the delicious little meal
on the terrace which was dappled
with the thinning tree shadows of
autumn. Afterward they took a long
hard valk, ending up at his mother's
house for a short call.
Home again for hot showers, they
spent the late afternoon in their com-
fortable room, John dozing, Cam
writing away busily at her desk.
Now   and then he' awakened and
watched her affectionately.
"I love to see you sitting there!"
"This is pleasant, isn't it?"
"Want a fire? It's getting dark
early and it seems cold."
-I don't think we need a fire. But
we'll need one in the study tonight.'
She glanced at the clock. Six. In
two hours she would know how her
confident little travelers had endured
the trip.
"What did you look at the clock
for, darling?' [CONTINUElON  AOE; 1361
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