The Cairo bulletin., 1906-08-15

room and slammed the door.
Don't mind him, dear said her
mother "NIen are al like that"
shortly after lunch next day the bell
rang and Mrs. Dickson opened the door
A small boy confronted her,
"Theys Il telephone fer Miss Dick
son at the drug store. She's to can her
brother up" he said and was gone.
"Marge, oil, Marge" called Mrs.
DicksonS
Yes, mother"
You're to call Fred up at once, The
boy just came with the message"
AIarge came downstairs and took her
hat from the rack.
Il wonder what he wants, she said
and left the house.
Fifteen minutes later she returned,
hreathless. Fired met Mr.. Roberts ut
lunch. and he told Fred he was IN an
awful fix. His stenographer had been
taken very Ill and had gone home and
he asked Fred If he knew a good girl
who could substitute until she was
well Fred told him would help him
out aud it's SIS week" she finished
excitedly.
Her mother sighed, bat there was
contradictory twinkle IA 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 /? guess ! win! He wants
me right away. It's the Mr.. Roberts,
said Marge lucidly.
Mrs Dickson smiled. "And You can
90 to the country now, dearie," she
suggested.
Yes, if his stenographer only stays
III long enough-poor girl" she amend
ed feeling that her remark was more
human than humane
For Il month Mr.. Roberts stenogra-
phcr lay i'll Whom 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:
Tie country is glorious at this time
Of year II grows logeier each day,
This morning ms | sat beneath a fine
Old maple tree awaiting inspiration
was startled by Il familiar voice and
who Ito you think It WASP Mr. Rob
erts He said he was city tired and
wanted Whit of pure country air,
He doesn't know how long he'll stay.
lie says it Ill depaads nud him very
congenial although he laughs ut the
idea Of women wanting career.
| Intended working this afternoon, but
lie has asked me to take walk. so
shall have 10 postpone work until to-
morrow"
Her letters glowed with accounts OF
pleasure trips taken with Mr. Rob
erts,' but only IN the first was there
any mention of work.
Mrs. Dickson remarked this TO her
SON
Don't worry, mother lie said know
in@ly. THE kidll come around all
right Shes The writing bee in her
bonnet, ana she's stung some. too, but
a sting isn't fatal. and the treatment
she's taking now will effect perna-
nent cure"
His mother sighed
"She was such a good stenographer."
she said ruefully.
Two weeks later Alarge came home.
rosy and bright, with a new happy
light in her eyes,
THE vacation has done you COOL.
dear" said her mother Il have never
seen You looking better or happier,
she added rehectively
Ibid you do any writing, dearT
YES, read us what you've written,
sis, f" said Fred
"f-I-that is-well, it isn't-ln shap.
yet to he read" replied Marge nerv-
ously.
Fred winked 1t his mother.
"But can't you give us some idea OF
it," he persisted teasingly
In the evening the "city tired Rcb-
erts" called Marge met him at the
door Ills first words were "Hayc
you told them, dear"
AIarge hesitated.
"Oh. Billy. | couldn't" she said at
last. Il tried TO- but Fred was horHl
and leased me about my masterpiece.
AMI mother thought ! had been WORK
Ing all the time | was away, and t
couldn't tell them then You DO 1T.
Billy" she said imploringiy.
And Billy did