Little Falls weekly transcript. (Little Falls, Morrison Co., Minn.) 1894-19??, 1898-10-04
THE PEACElI .AKER.,

sum!rsr--.a morning to make one friends
7 with all the world. Lvou the street
beggars have to make All effort to look
as doleful as usual. but If Jack Ran.
som s. face reflects bis mind he is Ger.
tainly out Of harmony with the day
Ho walks modify along his eyes on
Z the ground, trying to remember how
their quarrel began. Ele has no difi.
Guilty in remembering how it ended
He wishes he hadn't been SO hasty in
what he said, but Helen has certainly
misunderstood his moaning, 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, little rescntfully. that sho
might at least have given him a chance
to explain. Well, he will write to her.
and with this determine ton he straight.
ems himself and looks mp to find he has
almost reached tho park, and Helen and
her little niece, Marjory, had entered it
steps he hears Marjory chattcring away
as usual. She is evidently worrying her
"dear auntie" with some Of her nuner.
Gus questions.
'Auntie. where do angels come
from?'
Helen reply doesn't quite reach him.
"Well, aunrie, are there any little
baby angels il heaven?''
Auntie apparently says yes
"And do they grow up to DO papa
angels and mamma angels!"
81 don't know, DEAR
"But, auntie, how do they set their
dresses on over their wings?"
Helen laughs. Pm afraid I cannot
tell you. Marjory.
do it,
Jack had been hesitating for the last
few moments not being sure Of his re-
ception, when Marjory. catching Hell
en- s hand, swings herself around, there.
by 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 stops
forward, with an elaborate bow.
GOOD morning, Helen.
GOOD morning, Mr.. Ransom. " icily
MAY have the pIeasure?"
II doubt if it will be great pleasure
to you," without any visible melting
He assures her, with as much eass as
he can command. that it cannot fail to
be, and then endeavors to bring tho
conversation to some pleasant neutral
ground, but soon finds he is making lit
tie Roadway Her part of the converse.
ton is confined principally to monosyl-
lables After struggling awhile he turns
to Marjory for help
"Marjory, what would you do il an
angel was angry with you?'
IAN angel up in heaven?'
mo, Marjory, she still inhabits this
EARTH"
"Poor Jack" with great sympathy,
ibid you do something naughty?"
glancing from him to her ''auntie.
who, it seems to her, ism t rs much in
terested in Jack as she ought to be.
''She thinks did, but didn't"
"Then l wouldn't do anything. de-
olares Marjory.
"Oh, but want to do something 80
she will forgive me anyway, with u
glance at Helen, but Helen is busy just
then "viewing the landscape Ger"
Marjory is 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 do?'
"Well," says Marjory, when I am
naughty and auntie won't forgive me,
why, I hug and kiss her lots and cry
great deal very loud, and then she
does," with great complaoenoy.
II should like to do one or all of
those things if she would only let me-,
with laughing glance at Helen, which
she returns with 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
kissing her, "you kiss her for me and
ask her please to forgive me- Tell her
I'll never, never do it again, and, Mar
jory, keep your arms around her neck
until she says she will" 20"
For some minutes they had been sit.
ting on one Of the rustic seats in a &C.
cluded part Of the park. So Marjory,
having in her shrewd way decided who
the "angel" is, soon has her arms
around Helen's neck, rather to the detri-
ment 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 courage to take her
hand and draw her gently toward him.
Marjory, quite elated, dances around
them for q 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 al
ways 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.-Mabel
Wood in Boston Post. s @l#s VI"
She Was Called.