Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1882-08-25

Mr.. VIEWER as read the sarvlce and
paid for the buryin'w The child's
tongue was now fairly loosed. "And
then, Miss, when every Sunday comes
there's little top room over where
Mrs. Mooney lives, and us children all
goes there and Mr.. VIEWER he com0s
and teackes us, and he's fixed it up
that nice There's a melojeon, and
some chromos, and three or four tixts /;
and we sing songs, and Mr.. VIEWER he
plays on the meloj9on, and he reads
us out of the Bible all about David and
Collar, and Jonah and the whale, and
the Lord Jesus too, and tells us what it
all means. And oh, Miss Broom dyer
think ? He's goin' to take us on a
picnic !"
BY this time Millicent had recovered
her thoughts. In the light OF Katie's
explanation the comparison did not
seem so startling But admitting the
comparison, where were the ideals she
had been so tondIy cherishing? Ifpeo-
pie were to be measured by Katie's
standard, what of Sydney and Bayard,
Sir Percival and Sir Galahad2 The
thought was perfectly bewildering
She looked down humbly into the
child's face, her eyes moist and her
voice little tremulous as she said:
"And Mr.. Wendovcr brought you
your shoes and dress ?"
Katie nodded. "He's KEEP us out of
the poor-house, mamma says"
1t was just what her father had told
her he had done for them: and the re-
mainder was almost enough to upset
Millicent's composure. Perhaps all
her notions of what hero ought to be
were radically wrong, and she might,
as Jack had said, fail to recognize him
when he came. Perhaps there was
the same kind of her ism in Jacks
keeping people out of the poor house
and Supplying their needs as in Sgd
ney's giving the cup Of water to the
dying man. And maybe both were
initiating II higher exam plea pattern
of arOi~m which this little child had
led her to discover She leaned over
kissed the pale little face.
"Good bye, my DEAR" she said, "I'm
glad you've found so good u friend"
When the child was gone and Mil
licent was left alone, all she could do
was to go over the problem again; and
yet without coming to any satisfactory
conclusion. 1t involved Il mental revo-
linton to substitute for the tall elegant
man with brown flowing locks, Van
Dyck beard aud symmetrical NOUS
tache who was the Sidney of her imag-
nation, the figure of Jack Mendover,
tall and stnlwart it is true, but without
u Iaace of sentiment i'll the firm set
mouth, or particle OF elegance about
the smooth shaven face, the short black
hair or the steel-fr&med glasses which
repaired his undeniahie near-sighted-
ness.
Ii now drew near the summer time
when Millcent and all her friends would
90 away from New York. Once out
of the city she need not expect to see
Jack III more than three months. In
deed she had quite given up expecting
to see him at all. In her sober Judge
ment she did not brame him. There
had been no promise made that he
would keep up the acquaintance. 81
shah always be your friend" he had
said. And so he might, without seeing
ncT LOT lht rest Oh HIS ne.
One of the last days that abe pro-
posed spending III the city, Millicent,
on her way down town, turned into
Fifth Avenue from one of the side
streets that Cnthr INTO the park 1t was
cool afternoon in the middle Of June ;
tho roadway was crowded with car
riages and the sidewalk filled with a
double line of people passing each
other ON their respective ways up and
down town. At the corner of Fifty fifth
street Milhcent mot Il friend, and drew
aside by the railing of the great Presby-
terrain church for moments gossip
While so employed she found herself
all at once crowded back against the
railing by purly market woman, who
explained apologetically that it was to
make room for the procession"
What was the procession" Mill
cent looked down the street, and here
is what she saw:
Two dozen children-girls and boys,
ragged, baretooted, hatless. some of
them, but an attempt at cleanliness and
n general air of good humor that made
up for all DEFICIENCIES. They were
walking two by two in tolerable good
order, except that half dozen sur
rounded their leader, walking sideways,
backward, anyway, SO they might keep
i'll his immediate vicinity and look up
in his kindly face. And the leader, Il
tall young man with eye glasses, who
led 10y one hand very tattered look
ing lutte boy and the other more de-
ceut-appearinc little girl, Millicent with
Il start recognized. The boy she did
not know; hut the little girl was Katie
Fmnegan, and the young nIau WAS no
one else than Jack Wendover. Clear
ly the procession was katia's picnic
In all her own wonderment Millcent
sould not escape hearing the expires
sious from the hystanders. 1t was the
warm hearted market woman who
spoke first.
"Ble,s his honest face - said the
hearty voice. cts a good man he is.
or the childer'd never set such store by
him"
The next comment was from Milf
cents friend.
How queer, Milly Fancy you and
me exhibiting ourselves that way. And
| dare say he's respectable
And then there was u voice from
behind, to identify which Millv did not
need TO see the speaker. She had
often enough heard the grave, kindly
tones in the very church before which
she was standing, and she listened now
iutentiy, rs tn ugh somehow or other
her destiny depended upon it.
That man." the voice said, sis
made of the stuff they make heroes
cut of. 1t takes more moral courage
to walk up Fifth avenue at the head
of those children than to fight q
battle"
The girls heart gave responsive
throb.
TO think" she said penitently to
herself, now silly and blind Eve been
all the time ~
Just at that moment the procession
was abreast of the place where MILL
cent stood, and Kstie's eyes rowing
restlessly among the crowd of lockers,
on spied the familiar face. ooh, there's
Miss Broom ~ she shouted. please
let's stop and speak to her, Mr.. Wen
ver," and without waiting for permits
sion she sprans away TO Millicent's
side.
Katie ~ cried Jack, it must be con-
teSsed little peremptorily.
But Katie did not need either Mr..
Wendover's cry or the amused looks
of the spectators.
"Oh, Miss Broonl" she was saving,
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