Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1902-02-20
STORY for an
Hole Dour
IN PLEASANT PLACES.
By Harry Gregory Hill.

o1oSSeS the main road which
u eaos from the city to Pleasant
races. sharp angle is made
Just where you turn to the left by a
tiny church, which looks down. with
broad and smiling features, upon the
surrounding churchyard.
She flashed into view as I was
turning the corner with criminal care
iessness, having more than one eve
on my front tire. which seemed some
what fabby. To avoid hurting her. 7
sWerVed into the bank. For similar
reason, thing could have sweryed
into Niagara.
However, in this case Fate did hit
land me upon a fine crop of black.
berry bushes.
% dear!" she said, Has it hurt
YOU"
| assured her that it had not.
though, at my age and weight, a man
can scarcely expect to escape scath-
less from an attempt to climb a steep
bank on bicycle.
But there's lots of singers in your
hands," she said, in dismayed tones.
And, 0, a lot more in your clothes."
Her dimpled hands were soon busy
extracting the thorns, and after five
minutes work only few were left. As
they thinned, the loss of each one
brought its regrets. Would she run
away when they were all gone?
My butters!" she cried suddenly.
running to bundle of freshly
hY,f4 IT,
dropped in her anxiety and perturba-
ton. 20. my poor butters-daddy's
buffers" she added, with an air of
introduction. He loves em!"
so you have been getting some" 1
said, ito take home to him?"
She surveyed me critically. | felt
proud when she made up her mind to
confidence.
No she said, shaking her head
sadly, her brown eyes filed with
awe. They say daddy's home is in
Evil. That's long way off, isn't it?
she asked wistfully.
| was obliged to confess that it was
long way off from her.
My home is my auntie's home-not
my proper auntie," she fastened to
add like Auntie Rhoad, but my
Auntie Harris. That's my Auntie
Harris pointing to laborers
cottage by the northern boundary of
the churchyard. 81 never see my
Auntie Rhoda now; but mamma
comes, you know sometimes, and pays
Auntie Harris lot of pennies, and
kisses me. and loves me. Daddy
comes on his bisikler sometimes. He
hasn't been for long time; but he's
coming today she concluded proudly,
with a greater joy in her face than
her lender features seemed able to
hold.
On is apt to grow sad at times.
Daddy and mamma never come to
see you together" said softly.
Never! Daddy has been wicked;
mamma says so. But | love him.
and"-with more mute appeal than
determination in herr eyes-"I'm a.
going to make him good can, can't
/, if | tries awful hard!"
did not reply, pointing out to her
instead lark that was rising over
the adjoining field, and scraceiy
knowing why its song thrilled so.
THE stingers aren't all out" she
said, in tones that expressed con-
sciousness Of ingratitude. Let me
get 'em," She perched on my knee.
Lets talk about daddy" she said.
replied that we would talk about
daddy with all my heart, which we
did for the best half of an hour.
Have you got daddy-a wicked
one!" she finally asked.
assured her that l did not possess
one of any grade.
81 am an old bachelor" said, "and
live all alone"
Her face was full of sympathy.
And a daddy never comes to see
your" she said, gently Not even a
mamma, Poor mani"
Her ideas of compensation betrayed
where lay the keeping of her little
heart.
I'm Grace" she said softly, after
a thoughtful pause. '1ll come and
see you If you like"
1T took some little time to explain
10 Grace the difficulties which hay IN
the way of such an act of charity.
Eventually the matter was COM
promised by my agreeing to come
sometimes to see her at Pleasant
Places.
YOU'RE not a very old bachelor,
she said, after a period of intense re
Election. my dads young, and he's
got some grays a-coming. You've got
no grays."
/ threw no impeachment in the way
of her diligent search for grays, ever
disclosing few usually hidden from
prying eyes by leftward tilt Of car
cv hat She smiled happily when she