Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1902-04-24
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: By Lillian c. paschal {
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By Lillian c. paschal
Copyright, 1901, by Lillian c. Paschal

|
Anice covered Il rosebud mouth, half
blown into yawn, with gloved hand
as she stood in argumentatve attitude
before the Pickering gas log.
| I'm sick of the first two, lady moth
er. Therefore will / practice CHARITY
Wei, said her mother plaintively,
| taking up q novel. "do be careful with
| that automobile. Don't let il run away
! with you. You'll get smallpox or some
thing down in that awful ghetto, as
| you call it. And be sure to change
your clothes before
But her tail, wilIful daughter was al
ready half way down stairs. Pausine
In the hall and thrusting her hands in
to the sleeves of her long raglan, she
| said:
60 back to my room, Celeste, and
bring me the violets to wear
"Oui, mamselle, but re vfolets have
faded since yesterday. Re pink roses
go better wiz miladi's gown
Miss -Anice repeated her order more
imperatively. She would have told
you that she detested dictation and
pink teas.
DR.. Harvey had been guilty of the
tlrst in an eminent degree In con-
sequence he was carrying round a re-
turned diamond ring in close proximity
to very heavy heart, which had also
been declined with thanks, as though
1T We're an unavailable manuscript.
Charity covers multitude of heart
aches. Therefore was Miss Anice
speeding on errands of mercy this clear
December day.
And the fateful Juggernaut car
which had ridden ruthlessly over two
fond hearts and brought about this
state of affairs was no other than the
little white electric runabout which
was now carrying her ghettoward.
Harvey was always so superiorv'
she thought scornfully as she pressed
down on the accelerator and shot
around Deadman's curve, narrowly
grazing policeman and scattering his
convoy of pedestrians. Il can run the
White Arrow as we'll as he cam For
their quarrel had been brought about
by difference of opinion as to her
qualifications as chauffeur
TO be sure. the little Jewish newsboy
to whom she was playing Lady Boun-
THU was laid up With pair of smash
ed toes as result of a contested right
of way In the encounter her auto
mobile had come out on top in eyery
sense of the word and had been since
sallantly carrying supplies to de-
feated foe whose wounds the farsee
ing parents did not allow to heal too
rapidly.
But OF course everybody has to
learn to be anything" she comforted
herself. not choosing to remember that
Harvey had counseled her to wait till
she did learn before yenturing out of
the park. ''and papa gave me the
White Arrow only in October. | think
I've done pretty well in that time"
She sighed when she thought how
long it had been. because it was only
the week after that Harvey Oh.
dear. And he had limited about a
pearl necklace for her birthday! Now,
among her tiresome gifts not one from
MN. not even bunch of flowers
he who had sent her violets every day!
But she blushed as she glanced down at
those tucked under her coat lapel.
She was winlling so fast to keep the
tears back that she did not see the nu-I
nerous warning symptoms of the great
lower east side, the hundreds of chill
dren. abundant riches of the poor. Be.
coming mistily conscious Of a gurgling
squat stopped half way down a baby
throat. she looked back and saw a
sprawling infant in her wake.
The White Arrow had gone complete
~ over the child. "straddling" it neat
~. so she picked him up more frishten-
ed than hurt. After comforting him
with some of keys confectionery sup
plies she rode on, leaving him with
round eyes still staring tearfully and
rounder mouth peacefully stuffed with
raiSins.
arrived at last in Hester street, she
checked brake and lever in front of the
tenement where key abode. She was
al once sWarmed upon like queen bee
by hordes of children to whom the dali
~ visit of the white, horseless burrt
was great event
1t is sad to relate that with all her
vaunted capability as an autorist Mis-
tress Anice forgot small but very i'm |
portant matter. She Went I'D stairs
loaded with good things to gladden. the |
heart OF key and his numerous rel |
atires and forgot to take from its |
socket the little running plug of the |
White Arrow. With that tiny key safe |
IN her chatelaine bag the capacity for
mischief in the combination of small
boy and automobile was reduced to a
minimum. Her electric horse would
be hitched fast. But with that brass
plug lurking impishly in its hiding
place behind the leather apron of the
seat and with little Nose Rudinsky's
bump of curiosity much inflated the
inevitable occurred.
"Ye're afraidr'
What juvenile bosom ever failed to
respond to that battlecry?
Nose Scra mbled nm tho hi,r f.t o,sh