The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1898-08-04
The Peacemaker.

1t is a beautiful morning in early sum-
mer-a morning TO make one friends with
| ali the world. Even the street beggars
have to make an effort 10 look as dole
| full as usual. But II Jack Ransom's face
reflects his mind ne is certainly out OF
| harmony with the day.
He walks modify along, his eyes on the
| ground, trying 10 remember now their
| quarrel began He has no difficulty in
| remembering how ii ended. He wishes he
| hadn't been so nasty in what he said,
but Helen has certainly misunderstood
his meaning And she wouldn't see him
when he called last night He hadn't
| realized until then that she was really
| angry with him. He thinks, a little re-
sentfully, that she might at least have
given him a chance TO explain. Well he
will write 10 her, and with this determin-
alton ne straightens himself and looks
up to find ne has almost reached the
park, and Helen and her little niece, Mar
jory. had entered 1t just ahead of him.
AS he hastens his step he hears Marjory
chatting away as usual. She is evidently
worrying her dear auntie' with some of
her numerous questions.
"Auntie, where do angels come from %
Helen's reply doesn't quite reach him.
"Well, auntie, are there any little baby
angels in heaven"
Auntie apparently says yes.
and do they grow up to be be papa
angels and mamma angels?"
Il don't know, dear"
''But, auntie, how do they get their
dresses on over their wings?"
Helen laughs. I'm afraid I cannot tell
you Marjory."
could go up to heaven and see how they
do it,
Jack had been hesitating for the last
few moments. not being sure of his re-
ception, when Marjory, catching Helen's
hand swings herself around, thereby
coming face to face with Jack.
80. Jack, where did you come from"
going over to the enemy.
He smiles down on her and then steps
forward. with an elaborate bow.
Good morning, Helen"
Good morning, Mr.. Ransom icily.
May have the pleasure?"
81 doubt If it will be a great pleasure
to you" without any visible melting.
He assures her, with as much ease as
he can command, that it cannot fail to
be- and then endeavors to bring the con-
versation to some pleasant neutral ground
but soon finds he is making little head
way. Her part of the conversation IS
confined principally to monosyllables. AZ
ter struggling awhile, he turns to Mar
jory for help.
'Marjory, what would you do If an an
gel was angry with your"
can angel up in heaven?'
"No, Marjory, she still inhabits this
earth"
Poor Jack" with great sympathy, "did
you do something naughty" glancing
from him to her "auntie,'' who, it seems
m har ic,1't much irta in
as she ought to be.
'tShe thinks did, but didn't"
''Then, I wouldn't do anything" de-
clares Marjory.
30, but want to do something, so
she will forgive me. anyway" with
glance at Helen. But Helen is busy just
then. viewing the landscape DER"
Marjory is little puzzled to know why
he should want to be forgiven when he
hadn't done anything.
You know, Marjory she thinks have,
so what shall I do?''
Well" says Marjory, when am
naughty and auntie won't forgive me,
why I hug and kiss her lots and cry
a great deal very loud. And then she
does" with great commonplace.
II should like to do one or all Of those
things, if she would only let me-" with a
laughing glance at Helen, which she re-
turns with a whitening look and some re-
mark about Crocodile tears"
His angel is indeed deeply offended.
I'm afraid, Marjory, that she wouldn't
let me, but" bending down and kissing
her, you kiss her for me and ask her
please to forgive me. Tell her I'll never,
never do it again, and. Marjory. keep your
arms around her neck until she says she
WILL
For some minutes they had been sit
ting on one of the rustic seats in Sc
cluded part of the park, so Marjory, hav-
ing in her shrewd way decided who the
angel is. soon has her arms around
Helen's neck, rather to the detriment Of
her hair and hat. kissing her vehemently
and begging her to forgive him. Helen,
touched by the child's earnestness. smiles
in spite of herself which gives Jack cour-
age to take her hand and draw her gently
toward him.
Marjory, quite elated, dances around
them for a moment and then stops Things
are not quite right yet, according TO her
ideas. so she hastens to express them.
when auntie forgives me, she always
kisses me-"
Helen, DEAR" he whispers. bending
over her.
Slowly she raises her face to meet the
laughing, vet tender, lok in his eyes, and
then-kissed him.-Mabel Wood in the
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