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I took from Carlotta's work-basket an unfinished bit of baby clothing. I went to him and held it up and pointed to the monogram she had embroidered on it. "E. R. S.," he read aloud. Then he looked at me with a queer expression beginning to form in his eyes. "Edward Ramsay Sayler, if it's a boy," said I. "Edwina Ramsay Sayler, if it's a girl."
"I made a sort of break one night " The fat man felt of his neck ruefully. "Tried to joke with Dud a little, it was a year or so afterward and I thought he'd gotten over things but er he hadn't. He " He paused and blushed. "That's he though, coming through the door," he ended. "Want me to try for him?" It was the fair Edwina who dared however. She lifted her head charmingly and beckoned.
He snatched the bit of linen from me and buried his face in it. The baby was a boy, fortunately, for I don't admire the name Edwina, and I shouldn't have liked to handicap a child with it. Carlotta and Ed were delighted, but I felt a momentary keen disappointment. I had wanted a girl. Girls never leave their parents completely, as boys do.
Edwina Stanton Babcock and Lee Foster Hartman have both published memorable stories, and "The Interval," which was Vincent O'Sullivan's sole contribution to an American periodical during 1917, compels us to wonder why an artist, for whom men of such widely different temperaments as Lionel Johnson, Remy de Gourmont, and Edward Garnett had high critical esteem, finds the American public so indifferent to his art.
"Middle name is Cynic but he's pretty young yet." "And the best looking thing," sighed Edwina pulling on her gloves, bored with her long silence. Graemer was thoughtful. "He's given me an idea," he announced suddenly. "Or perhaps it was Tom's gossip about him.
Twice this had actually happened, but the affair had come to nothing, because the Pulvers had moved away from Simsbury and he had practically forgotten Edwina May; forgotten even the scared haste of those embraces. He seemed to remember that he had grabbed her and kissed her, but was it on her cheek or nose?
Our families both belonged to the church so Brownly always took us back after a row blew over. And carried us along while our voices were changing. When I first began doing baritone Dudley was singing all the tenor solos, had a peach of a voice, but he never did anything with it afterwards." "After what?" asked Edwina irritably. Her husband chuckled. "Wait, I'm telling you.
Then I will sleep and when I awake in the morning it will be as it was that evening when I walked out of my dark apartment after having had the most notable experience of my life. What I mean to say, you understand, is that, for me, when I awake, the other woman will be utterly gone." Copyright, 1921, by Sherwood Anderson. By EDWINA STANTON BABCOCK From Harper's Magazine
The fat man laughed uneasily. "Well, he does usually lunch here," he admitted, "and I did use to know him rather well, but I'm not exactly the person to introduce you if you want anything from him he's not overly fond of me " "I understood from Edwina that you were boyhood friends." The fat man smiled and deliberately and delicately chucked his wife under her rosy little chin.
He had sometimes played kissing games at parties, and there had been the more serious affair with Edwina May Pulver-nights when he had escorted her from church or sociables to the Pulver gate and lingered in a sort of nervously worded ecstasy until he could summon courage to kiss the girl.
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