The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1898-08-21

"And do they grow up to be papa angels
and mamma angels?"
II don't know, dear"
But. auntie, how do they get their
dresses on over their wings?"
Helen laughs. II am afraid 1 cannot
tell you. Marjory."
"Ah, dear" with sigh, wish could
go up to heaven and see how they do it."
Jack had been hes.tating 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.
"Oh, 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 I have the pleasure?"
II 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 canot fail to
be, and then endeavors to bring the con-
versation to sonJe pleasant neutral
ground, but soon finds he is making little
Roadway. Her part of the conversation
is confined principally to monosyllables.
After struggling awhile he turns to Mar
jory for help.
"Marjory. what would you do if an
angel was angry with you?"
IAN angel up in heaven?"
"No, Marjory, she still inhabits this
earth"
poor Jack" with great sympathy,
'did you do something naughty?" glanc-
ing from him to her "auntie," who it
seems to her. isn't as much interested in
Jack as she ought to be.
''She thinks I did, but I didn't"
"Then l wouldn't do anything" de-
clares Marjory.
20, but I want to do something so
she will forgive me, anyway" with
glance at Helen. But Helen is busy just
then, viewing the landscape oer.'
Marjory is a little puzzled to know
why he should want to be forgiven
when he hadn't done anything.
You know, Marjory, she thinks I
have, so what shall I do?"
"Well," says Marjory, when I am
naughty and auntie won't forgive me,
why, hug and kiss her lots and cry a
great deal very loud. And then she
does" with great complacency.
Il should like to do one or all of those
things, if she would only let me-" with a
laughing glance at Helen, which she
returns with a whitening look, and some
remark about crocodile tears
His angel is indeed deeply offended.
I'm afraid. Marjory, that she would
not let me, but" bending down and kiss
ing 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 a 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 vehe-
mently and begging her to forgive him.
Helen, touched by the child's earnest
ness, smiles in spite Of herself, which
gives Jack courage 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, accord
ing to her ideas, so she hastens to ex-
press 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, yet tender, look in his eyes,
and then-kisses him.-Boston Post