Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1904-11-30
For Making
a Girl.
Hy Elizabeth McCrackel

CATHE1iINE rushed from the house,
l. hurried down the steps and ran to
the corner, gesticulating excitedly tc
AN approaching car. She hurried into
the car, and sank with a little sigh
of relief into corner seat.
When she had paid her fare, un-
fastened her fur collar, carefully read
justed her veil and arranged the red
rosebuds little more securely in the
front Of her jacket, she gave her atten-
ton to her surroundings. Catherine
always found in the street cars unfail-
Ing demands upon her interest and
curiosity.
A woman, stability attired, her face
dull and weary. sat opposite, holding in
her arms pale little child. The child
was asleep, and leaned heavily against
her mother, who sat almost motion
less, with heavy, unseeing eyes fixed on
the car window. Catherine gaZed in
tently at the child for a moment; then
she crossed the car and sat down be-
side the woman.
rs the little girl ill?" she asked.
gently. Her cousin frequently COM
planned that Catherine was continual
ly doing things Of this kind; that she
had absolutely no idea of social SCI
ence.
The woman stared at her, but Cath
crime smiled in friendly manner.
Catherine took many things for grant
ed. among them was universal good
will toward herself She was gentle
to everyone. She expected every one
to be gentle to her, and almost every
one was.
els she ill?" she repeated.
"N-no. Her pas in the drink good
deal, and she don't get much as usual
to eat those times. Her pas all right
when he's hisself; but when he's in the
drink-he amt so good"
'It's too bad he-does drink" said
Catherine. 1t was an inadequate re-
mark, but she remembered that the
man was the woman's husband.
Eyes" said the woman, '"tts, but
those things happen, MISS
eyes, L suppose they do, but 1t Is
q pity. How pretty your little girl is!
Are her eyes dark? I've always longed
for dark eyes,"
The woman smiled with pleasure.
Eyes. they're dark: but you've got no
cause to be wantin' prettier eyes yer
self. MISS" she said.
GATHERINGS eyes were quickly noting
the child's shabby brown dress and
soiled little green Jacket.
''Oh, but have!" she said brightly.
''You see, I never can wear red, and
I'm so fond Of red. Now your little
girl would look sweet in red. Does
she ever wear it,"
''She wears wat she can get, miss:
sometimes 1t amt much" the woman
said. so wearily that Catherine hastily
turned her face away to hide the pity
ing tears that she feared might Of
fend. GATHERINGS uncle was of the
opinion that his niece had sufficient
diplomatic ability to steer the ship Of
state. She certainly was beautifully
considerable of the dignity and the SEN
sibilities Of those persons who had less
to give than herself.
my little sister wears red. She has
brown eyes, and she looks pretty In
1t. She has q red cloak that she has
outgrown. Your little girl would
look sweet in 1t. Won't you let her
wear It? 1t Is a shame to have it hang
ing idly in the closet when she would
look SO dear in 1t. wish she would
wake up and let me see her eyes. They
must be pretty. have TO get of soon.
You see. ! am going to church, because
It Ia Thanksgiving day. Won't you give
me your address. and let me send the
cloak? Mama will be so glad that I've
found some one that can wear: it,.
She turned to the woman with her
friendly smile, "You villas a special
favor to me. won't you ?" she pleaded.
And the smile became Irresistible
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