The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1897-08-13
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him an envelope. saying: "A boy just
brought this
Two papers dropped from the en-
yelope as he tore II open. The first was
list, including loaf OF bread. pota-
toes, crackers, dried beef, and few
other articles. He glanced over II and
opened the other. 1t was Lillan's note:
Dear Mr.. Davis: little girl In my
rom is crying because she has had no
breakfast. Her name Is Agnes Greg
DRY. and her mother Is a poor widow
who lives on the third floor OF No.
Hampton street. Please send the things
ordered at once. ! Will come in after
school and pay for them. And. Mr..
Davis. please give good weight. Truly
yours. LILLIAN SMELL"
Mr.. Davis had been n friend of the
Smell family for years. and 1t was MOI
the first time that Lillian had appealed
to him for help in her charitable work.
SO that was not the reason that so
strange a look came into his honest
brown eyes.
Agnes Gregory. and lives on Hamp-
ton street." he murmured ut surely
must be Margaret's child. Good God.
Margaret and her child wanting
breadv
A half hour later Mark Davis was
making his way up the stairs to the
floor upon which Mrs Gregory's rooms
were situated. His knock at the first
door was answered by a rcd-faced
woman
Mis- Gregory, Is II you air want
in';" she asked sharply. 'And it's no
bad news you air after bringin' her, |
hope"
Il wanted to deliver some groceries
friend has sent her"
The clouded face cleared as II by
magic. Heavens blessin' be on your
head. thenl Mis- Gregory, she's gone
out, but I've her key here, and will I'M
lock the door. That's her by. and a
swate child he is
Mark eagerly looked at the pink and
white face of the boy. He held out a
great golden orange, and little Royce
sprang for 1t. his childish laugh echoing
through the room Then the grocer
followed Mrs. Donovan to the home of
Margaret Gregory.
1t was bare place, but clean and
neat. Mark sighed as he noted the
signs OF abject poverty. While the de-
liyeryman was bringing up the parcels.
Mrs. Donavan volubly explained that
Mrs. Gregory had gone to try to get
money due her. The warm-hearted
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was at low ebb with her neighbor.
partly because OF little Royce's unusual
fretfulness, which had been quieted by
a huge slice OF bread and butter.
"She's worked her precious fingers
most to the bone" she concluded, but
works scarce, and don't know what's
ever goin' to become of her and her
babies"
The wood soon came. Florence's half
cord had been REINFORCED by whole
cord, perhaps because she had written
her cousin that the needy widow was a
protege of Miss Smells.
AS to Lllian's order for groceries.
Mr.. Davis had added to it sack of
-four. ham. coffee. tea. sugar, apples,
cookies, cheese, canned fruits and
meats, and n big bag of candy.
Mrs. Donovan went back to her own
room, and the wagons rolled away.
Mark hastily built fire, then sat down
to think how best to explain the liberty
he had taken.
The bare room faded from his vision
as he sat there. In It's place came an
old country garden overgrown with
roses and clematls. 1t was June. and
the air was heavy with the scent of
many blossoms. BY his side was n
beautiful girl in whose curls the sun
shine seemed entangled. He bent low
er, and the rose-red lips of his com
panion murmured. Il love you. Mark. s.
Still lower his head sank until his lips
touched the ones that had uttered the
sweet words.
A start, and he sat upright, CHANGING
around him. That was ten years ago.
He was poor then, and Margaret. beau
tiful Margaret Henson, had been the
only daughter of wealthy home. So
their engagement had been forbidden.
They parted, vowing eternal constancy.
A year later Margaret became the wife
OF Vance Gregory. but II was not until
months after that Mark learned OF the
treachery and deceit that had been
employed to urge her to that step.
1t was too late then. There was
nothing to do but TO endure.
He had known for some time that
Margaret was widow and lived In the
city. He knew nothing of her poverty.
supposing that her means were ample.
To go to her now with a story of love
had never occurred TO him. She knew
nothing of what had parted them. He
could not blackcn the memory OF the
man who had been her husband, the
father OF her children.
He sprang to his feet. There was no
need OF an explanation. He passed out.
pausing for inal word with Mrs.
Donavan.
Tell Mrs. Gregory the things came
| from the teachers at No. B."
ITO be sure. Mr.. Davis" responded
the woman. who had recognized Mark
an tell her all bout it. And many
the blissin's OF all the saints rest on
your dear headr'