Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1903-06-24

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WROTE A LETTER. low who stuck 1t
an wants a cripple, and that's queer in
htself. Write to him, meet him and get
your yarn. It ought to be a good
ONE
NOrah Olevenger had been writing
spicy stories for the Daily Blaze some
years She knew how to make her
pen scOrch the paper, and that's what
ahe Blaze liked. She was calloused
and she took assignments that many a
girl would have shrunk from, but then
&t was all In the business, and Norah
had never been the cause Of getting
One Blaze into libel suit, and on that
tact she plumed herself.
NOrah SAT down aud wrote a letter,
addressing 1t to Lock Box or Hoosier-
WILLIE Ind. She lied In it, nothing less,
but then that, too, was a part Of the
business she had learned at the Blaze
Mice. She said that she was a Grip
Bile: that her right arm was paralyzed.
5he told the truth, however, about her
appearance, and her age-she was %
'~and then asked that the lock box
sowner address her at the general de-
Avery window Of the pOst0ffice, saying
shat abe did not wish to give her
proper address until she knew positive
ay that her correspondent was a good
imam and one who would not trife with
u woman. She signed the letter Mary
Nnderson.
N0rah Cievenger waited three days
%efcre an answer came to her COM
MunicatiOn. When one did come she
sOuOd that It was written in good
Rand and in good English. 1t was
wiMYQte and straightforward. The wri-
Ger said that he was widower, 81
gears old, with one child; had large
Bt0ck and fruit farm, which yielded a
good income, and he was laying up
NNOaey. The letter gave no reason
Eyhy the writer wished to marry q
:ers~pte.
NOrah Osevenger wrote again. She
ne0 the writer on little in the next
Better. and with an audacity charac-
kefistic Of the girl, inclosed her photo
e-sps. On the third day she had an
answer. which she showed the city
editor, saying, 'L'm in for 1t, Mr.. Ran
klm. His name is Moore, and he
geaches the city tonight. and I'm to
nc q o'clock. Some of the boys will
have TO fix up my arm. Wen put a
Arace OF some kind on It or otherwise
E'& forget that it is supposed to be
NMEaEySed, and I'd be swinging it
ncouaT1 and give the whole snap away.
what in the world this countryman
wants cripple for is more than 1 can
lmaglne, but there ought to be a crack
Gag good story in It,
Moran Olevenger was at the Consol-
Nasses Depot sat 8 O'Clock, with her
right arm in a surgeons brace. Some
sxsrta would have felt bit of trepitla-
4lO0 at the prospect Of meeting the
stranger, but years OF rather seamy
week had hardened this wOman's ma
dare, Sta waited In the passenger
ate or two there came through the
doorway ia tall, welI-built man, with
crisp. curly hair, sun-browned cheeks
and honest eyes. He was leading lit
die girl about years old by the hand.
NOrah Olevenger felt that this was
Nhe man she was to meet, though a
moment before she could have sworn
&hat her correspondent was some fool
OF fellow with cast in his eve, a
ysatnfat limp and so ugly generally that
Aks very appearance would give an
syver 10 the question why he had not
wtsaght bride In the vicinity of Hoos-
3nrYaste. The man looked about the
station. His eyes fell on Norah, and
thea went quickly to her arm. He
saw the surgeons brace and walking
aorward raised his hat and said: Miss
Anderson. [ believe. l am George
Hz4Ore. This is my little girl Fran
eea"
The little one held out both hands
O. Norah and lifted her face to be
RaRket1 This writer of stories with
q fO8eh OF saffron In them felt some
aziag OF shock. but she bent over and
kasse4i the chiid's red lips.
sksez as sit down for a moment, Miss
A&Glerson. owe you an explanation.
d ses you are crippled. My wife. who