The Yale expositor., 1906-08-03

Then her brother strobe out OF the
room and slammed the door.
Don't mind him, DEAR" said her
mother. Men are all like that"
Shortly after lunch next daysthe bell
rang and Mrs. Dickson opened the door.
A small boy confronted her
''They's telephone fer Miss Dick
son at the drug store. She's to call her
brother up" he said and was gone.
"Marge. oh. Marge" called Mrs.
Dickson
"Yes, motherT
you're 10 call Fred up at once. The
boy Just came with the message
Marge came downstairs and took her
hat from the rack.
Il wonder what he wants." she said
and left the house.
FiftStn minutes later she returned,
breathless. "l'red met Mr.. Roberts ut
lunch, and he todd Fred he was In an
awful fix. His stenographer had been
taken very i'll and had gone home, and
he asked Fred If he knew a good girl
who coEld substitute until she was
we'll Fred told him would help him
out, and It's SIS week." she finished
excitedly.
Her mother sighed, but there was
contradictory twinkle In her eyes, "lt's
too bad you haven't kept up your
speed. OF course you won't be able to
take the position" said her mother.
Wont l? | guess will! lie wants
me right away. It's the Mr.. Roberts"
said Marge lucidly.
Mrs. Dickson smiled. "And you can
go to the country now, dearie," she
suggested.
Eyes, IL his stenographer only stays
i'll long enough-poor girl" she amend
ed, feeling that her remark was more
human than humane.
Ff month Mr. Roberts stenogra-
phep lay ill., When she ame.back,
late i'm May, Marge packed her trunk
and went into the country to write
her masterpiece,
Her letters home were frequent, In
one she WFotei
"The country is glorious at this time
of year. 1t grows lOvelier each day,
This morning rs sat beneath fine
old maple tree awaiting inspiration
was startled by u familiar voice, and
who do you think II was? Mr.. Rob
erts. He said he was city tired and
wanted Il Whit of pure country air.
He doesn't know how long he'll stay.
He says il all depends. find him very
songenial, although he laughs at the
idea of women wanting career.
l intended working this afternoon, but
he has asked'me to take walk, so
shall have to 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 hel
son.
Don't woEry, mother" he said know
ingly 1.-The kid'll come around al
right. She's the writing bee in hel
bonnet. and she's stung' some, too, bu
q sting isn't fatal, and the treatment
she's taking now will effect a perma
pent cure"
His mother sighed.
"She was such good stenographer.
she said ruefully.
Two weeks later Marge came home
rosy and bright. with a new happy
light in her eyes.
1.-THE vacation has done you good
DEAR" said her mother. II have neve
seen you looking better or happier,
she added refectively.
"pid you do any writing, dearT
Eyes, read us what you've written
! SIS" said Fred.
T-I-that is-well, 1t isn't-in shap
=. yet to be read" replied Marge nerv
ously.
Fred winked at his mother.
, but can't you give us some idea o
it," ne persisted teasingly.
In the evening the "city tired Rot
erts" called. Marge met him Mt tn
door His first words were. "Hav
you told them, .dear?'
Marge hesitated.
"Oh, Billy, couldn't" she said q
last. ~ tried to. but Fred was horri
: and leased me about my masterpiece
: and mother thought | had been worl
= ing all the time l was away, and
: couldn't tell them then. You do |
Billy" she said lmploringly.