The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1905-02-11
Like Mistress,
Like Maid 80
BY JANE CRAWFORD

Miss Winthrop came down to break
last to find Maggie, her usually staid,
iignifed maid, in a state of excitement
Terging on lunacy, but. looking dis
tractingiy pretty.
Maggie was racing around the dining
oom with the tea canister in one hand,
searching for the teapot. which she had
lightly clasped in the other.
Margaret, what is the matter with
you?"
Miss Winthrop always said Margaret
when she was displeased, which, by the
way, was not often.
"Oh. it's st. Valentines day. miss, and
I felt all day yesterday that something
was going to happen" replied Maggie.
who often was afflicted with Fremont
tons.
%And-""
well, ma'am Jerry Is coming back.
I've had a letter this morning. miss, and
fits just like a valentine, for" shyly, "he
asks me again"
jerry" Why he has been gone ten
years. Has he written to you before. or
made any sign?" demanded Miss Win
throp.
Maggie shook her head. But he loves
me yet. miss, and I've always loved him.
and I've sent him the answer already"
And what was the answer" curl
eusly.
why, yes; to be sure, miss"
well, Margaret, | am astonished at
you. You should have more pride and
not Jump into a mans arms like that,
after the way he has treated you. At
least, you should have waited until he
said he was sorry. Make him plead for
forgiveness for the suffering that his
long absence and silence have caused
you all these years"
Miss Winthrop had not only an ac-
q%uaintanee with Maggie's and Jerry's
love affair. but her wise counsel GER
tainiy showed a profound knowledge Of
the subject under discussion. Neverthe-
less her e%loquence failed to move Mag
gle.
81 know it's foolish and weak l must
seem to YOU. ma'am. but Jerry and me
are meant for each other. never loved
anyone else, and | do believe the same
Of Jerry.
"In ten years you can't tell what the
may have done"
Nor do | care, miss" with sublime
generosity. 81 know we're for each 9TH
er, and when it's like that with a man
and woman. there's no chance of happi-
with anyone else in all the world.
The quarrel was all my fault. and I'll
tell him So, as o as he comes,' and
Maggie, with shining eyes and a song
in her heart. began her work of clear
ing the table.
at always Is the woman's fault" dry
Iy. and Miss Winthrop arose straight and
tall, amused at what she was pleased to |
term the sentimental vagaries of her
maid. She went into the library and sat
down at her desk, on which the proof
sheets of her new novel awaited her at
Three times she read carefully
one page. only to find mixed up with her
description of an ,ecclesiastic, the words
est. Valentines day-No chance in the
world with anyone else-When it's like
that" She sternly and determinedly
went over the page again. but the impish
danced up and down before her
eyes.
Mercy, | am becoming as foolishly
sentimental as Maggie" She went out
'or a walk. and passed small, blushing
girls and sturdy, r~ed-cheeked boys ex-
changing the messages of good ST. Val
The air was permeated with
owe. mature and immature.
The walk ended abruptly. and she re-
urned to the library. but instead of CO.
ng directly to work, she crossed the