The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1906-09-05

Then her brother strobe out Vt the
room and slammed the door.
Don't mind him, dear" said her
mother. "Men nre nil like that
shortly after lunch next dny the bell
rang aud Mrs Dickson opened tho door.
A small boy confronted her,
"rhcy's u telephone fer Miss Dick
SON at tho drug store. She's to call her
brother up" he said and was gone
"Marge. oh, Margs!" called Mrs.
Dickson.
Yes. motherW
You're TO cali Fred up at once. The
boy Just came with tho message"
Margc came downstairs and took her
hnt from the rack,
Il wonder what he wants." she said
aud lef, the house,
Fifteen minutes later she returned.
brenthiuss, FIRED met Mr.. Roberts ut
lunch. aud no told Fred ho was IN an
awful hx His stcnographer had been
taken very III and had gone home, and
hc asked Fred II he knew good girl
who could substitute until she was
well. Fred told him would help him
out. and It's sls week" she finished
excitedly
Her mother sighed. but there was Il
contradictory twinkle In her eyes ITS
too bad you haven't kept up your
speed. or course you won't be able TO
take the position" said her mother.
won't n guess will. lie wants
me right away, It's the Mr., Roberts"
said Margc lucidly.
Mrs. Dickson smiled. And you can
10 10 the country now. dcarle," she
suggested,
Yes. II his stenogrnpher only stays
III long enough-poor girl" she amend.
ed. feeling that her remark was more
human than humane.
For month Mr., Roberts stenogra.
phcr lay III. When she came back.
late IN May. Marge packed her trunk
aud went into the country to write
her masterpiece"
Her letters home were frequent. In
one she wrote;
"The country Is glorious at this time
OF year Ii grows lovelicr each day.
This morning as sat beneath n fine
old maple tree awaiting inspiration
was startled by a familiar voice and
who do you think II wasi Mr. Rob.
erts He said he was city tired and
wanted whin o! pure country air,
lie DOESN'T know how long he'll stay.
He says Il all depends. iind him very
congcnal, although he laughs at the
idea Of women wanting career. -
intended working this afternoon. but
he has asked me to take n walk. NO |
shall have TO postpone work until 20.
morrow"
Her letters glowed with accounts OF
pleasure trips taken with mir. Rob
crts," but only In the hrst was there
any mention OF work
Mira, Dickson remarked this to her
son.
Don't worry, mother" he said know
lngly THE kldll come around all
right. She's the writing bee In her
bonnet, aud she's stung some. too, but
sting isn't fatal. and the treatment
she's taking now win effect u perma-
nent cure"
His mother sighed
"Shc was such good stcnographer. "
she sald rucfully.
Two weeks later Marge came home,
rosy and bright. with II new happy
light In her eyes.
THE vacation has done you good.
dear" said her mother Il have never
seen you looking better or happier, "
she added retlcCtIycly
did you do any writing. dearr
Yes, read us what you've written.
sls." said Fred.
"I-i--that is.-well. II isn't--ln shape
yet TO be read" replied Marge nerv.
ously
Fred winkcd at his mother
But can't you give us some Idea OF
~" he persisted teaslngly.
In the evening the "clty tired Rob
erts" called Margc met him at the
door His first words were, "Haye
you told them, dearf'
Marge hesltated.
"Oh Billy, ! couldn't" she said nt
last 81 tried TO, but Fred was horrid
and teased mo about my masterpiece,
aud mother thought had been work.
Ing nil the time was away, and |
couldn't tell them then. You do II.
Billy" she said lmplorlngly,
And Billy did.
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