peeled and cored the apples, made a sweet pie crust for them, and put the apple pie into the oven. The boys liked apple pie, and she thought she would celebrate her occasion and have apple pie. Apple pie was usually a Sunday treat, but after all, wasn't this almost an occasion to celebrate? At the supper table, Ellen told her family of the letter, and they listened to her with eagerness. Ed told her to go by all means, and she knew if Ed said it was all right for her to go she could go and feel good about going. The fever of excitement was still hers when Roy came into her bedroom. She had decided to go to bed early because the excitement had made her feel a little ill, and she didn't want to get ill so that she would have to stay home from New Haven. Roy was all dressed up when he came into her room. "Hello mother," he gulped. "Hello son, what is it?" Ellen said looking into his eyes. "Oh, I've gone and made a date with a girl, and I need two dollars tonight, you see all of the fellows bought tickets for the prom and I just couldn't be the only one not to buy one." Ellen turned her eyes away and said, "Yes, I understand how you feel, son, I'll give you your two dollars." She knew what this would mean, but how could she refuse this son, who wa! just as eager as she used to be for a little fun. She went to her top dresser drawer and fumbled until she reached the purse that contained the remaining seven dollars. Tenderly she picked up the two silver dollars, which were change from the five she had given for Marion's dress, and handed them to Roy who smiled sheepishly and said, "Mom you're a pal, and one of these days you'll get it all back." After he had gone and closed the door, she could not hold back the tears. She guietly cried, and putting her head into her pillow she said, "Oh, God." She knew there was nothing that hurt like that which is unexpressed, and so her cry made her feel better. After all, she was lucky to have the five dollars for transportation. Ellen did not know just how long she remained in that one position, but she did know that she sank into a sleep in which she remained until dawn broke. Feeling very ill and tired she decided to get up and see if some fresh air wouldn't do her good. No one was up as yet, but she didn't mind because she knew she would enjoy the quiet of the morning. Roy's suit coat lay one one of the front room chairs, and as she passed it she couldn't help stopping to stroke it. She felt guilty for the way she had carried on last night. In spite of it all, he was her son, and he was good to her. As much as she needed the money she knew she had made someone happy. She went through to the back bedroom where Marion was sleeping. She could see a smile on her face, and on a hanger she saw the new dress. Here was another one she had made happy. Ellen went to the mirror, took a comb, and began to comb her hair. She could see she did not look well, let alone feel well. There were circles under her eyes, and her skin was very pale. She went to th stove and built a fire after which she put the water on for cereal. It was six thirty and the children would be getting up. By this time she began to feel so very ill and weak that she decided to go back to bed for awhile. It was noon before Ellen woke up and when she did she realized she had a slight fever and she was overcome with dizziness. She knew the only thing to do was to stay in bed until one of the children came. At four Ed came home from school. He called to her and she answered to him. When he found she was in the bedroom ill, he ran to her. Terror and fright was written on his face when he saw how ill she looked. "Why didn't you tell one of us you were ill before we left for school," Ed said dryly. "I hated to see you miss school, and I didn't realize how ill I felt," she said weakly. Not waiting for anymore explanation Ed ran from the room, his first thought was to get a doctor. Ellen knew where he had gone but she was too weak to stop him, she might just as well spend the remaining five dollars some way on herself. The doctor came and went into Ellen's room. The children waited outside her door. Had they realized Page Twelve her love for them? It seemed as if the doctor stayed with Ellen for years before he opened the door of the dark room in which she lay. "She must have rest, and plenty of it; see that she stays in bed." I've given her something to make her rest and I'll call in and see how she is tomorrow." Ellen rested very well that night, and by morning she felt a great deal better, only for the pain in her chest. She called to Marion who, when she came brought with her a cup of tea for Ellen. She instructed Marion to get her remaining five dollars and give it to Dr. Hously when he came. Dr. Hously came about three o'clock and pronounced Ellen as "guite a bit better." Before he went Ellen asked him to tell her the truth of the case, she knew, and had sensed for a long time, that she had something wrong with her; she got so tired all of the time. The doctor took a chair and pulled it up by Ellen's bed. He told her in a frank way her condition. She asked that the children not be told of this and the doctor promised not to. Ellen thought it best that way. Soon a thought entered her mind she had not answered Phil's letter; she must do so. Marion brought her the writing material and she began her letter to Phil. "I want you to know I appreciate your thoughtful-ness and kind consideration, there is nothing I would have enjoyed better than seeing you, but I'll take the money and buy me a new outfit. It won't be long now before you will have finished teaching your school, and then we'll be together again. That will only be about six months, and I'll be looking forward to it. Write again soon because it is such a joy to hear from you. With all of my love, Mother Yes, he would be here in six months, but she knew it would be sooner according to Dr. Housley she had but three months to live. We're Not All Photogenic Heart of my heart, I once did hold you fair, I found contentment in your loveliness; My heart was tangled in your tendriled hair, I glorified each charm that you possess. I liked your noble brow, your limpid eyes, I even liked your slightly turned-up nose. I penned rich verse to eulogize my prize Your virtues were too rare for sordid prose. What stranger now has come to steal your place? What sullen thoughts bedim a radiant face? What alchemy is this that works a spell To turn my heaven into living hell? Must I resign myself to loathsome sight? Your yearbook picture makes you look a fright! Page Thirteen