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Luther Clark
B1rm1ngbamL Alabama
(lrPA - F. II. P.)
BROUN FLOWER
Annie heard and recogn1ze~ the knock before her mother called:
"See who is at the door, Annie."
"Yes, Ma." She was swiftly Wiping the flour from her hands onto
the undsr side of her apron, then giving her brown curls a lifting
pat with a sidelong glance at her reflection as shs passed the sideboard
mirror in the dining room. Her oheeks were pinking deeply.
"That dratted Kort," muttered the old woman trom her wheel
chair as her daughter hurried toward the tront door.
Overalls and blue den1l11 shirt hanging loosely on his thin body,
Kort Allen spoke with the shyness ot any rural lover. "I been
want1n' to see you, Annie, but I thought I'd not get your mother
worked up as long as I could stand it. How is she this morn1ng?1
"She is about as usual," ignoring his t1rst words. "Shs may
stay this way tor years, the doctor says."
"It is too hard on you to wait on her all the time. I'd help
if she were not so Jealous of me. Do you suppose you oould get
away and go with lIIe to the singing at Pilgrim Sunday it I send
Lily Reed over here to stay with her?"
"Thanks, Kort, but I donlt care about going: and she won't
let anyone else wait on her." Her tone betrayed her lie.
"Ann1e1" His words were the ory ot a 10Be80me emall boy,
"wonlt you ever be with me any?" His arms halt reached tor her and,
like eteel toward a magnet, ehe drew nearer.
"Ann1el" The quavering demand out the oha1ns ot enohantment,
"Hurry and get Illy dropsl It' e nearly ten."
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