Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1907-04-14
hall lived a mile hevOnd the small Su,


 about her liii'c shoulders She had for gotten she w3S nAl0ts3 Nc. This was really trply fjn 'tuc ia,:+r""oiG+ Etriii wind waS tossing l.. r eur'<. Shr >aj!ci gratefully at the ttt .etet@ llr tree, #hf always toH her etz=.4 lzsetty stories.
 We'll the i55..r eiI1'.fs:l were deliglt cd with an invitation =tp Il missionary meeting tea party at tllc big house. as they adhniringly called Miss Kim balls home. Their names were MackS. and there were four ilr all. Just what the party was tO be like they didn't know. But their hostess was SD conf dent and happy that the uncertainty was more alluring while Miss Name sake, who had attended only one nlis- sionary meeting tea party. and that the Aunt Abigail kind. was tremendously happy.
 Mary never suspected a thing of it. Imagine her surprise. then, when she walked into the library later in the afternoon to see if Miss Abigail was still namcsaking and found three rag ged little girls, one small boy and Miss NameSake gathered coZily around the great open fireplace.
 Bless my cyes.' exclaimed Mary. pausing in the open doorway.
 "Oh, come in, Mary" graciously call ed Abigail, her blue eyes dancing with merrImcnt at the expression on the servants face. I'm having a mission ary meeting tea party in Aunt Abigail's place My missionaries are the Misses Brewsters. Miss Ruggles and Mr. Randolph Prince. Just play. you know, Mary" The little hostess had named each of her odd guests after friends of her aunt.
 The children grinncd The dancing flames intensified the happiness on the just pretend missionaries faces while Abigail smiled through tears of true delight
 .sTea served ill the dining room. ma 'an:s finally questioned Mary, as sumin. an heir of hauteur that would have pleased Il princess.
 You nay serve it in here, please renliesl Miss Namesake, smiling ap- provaI at the maids grandeur She was indeed Aiary's princess. The serv- ant Jeff the room.
 I'd like ta be d real missionary, wouldn't yeu. Miss Ruggles:' asked Abigail ot tila eldest Mack girl, who was eares~ias Polly ,ya.ae's ctiris.
 ..My, yes, if they're like yon."
 ESQ would l.''
 And so would L.
 Me. too, piped in Billy Mack. alias Mr. Prince.
 After a il.ast tei:s i9ts lunch, whici, Mary served with Aisa! Abi%ail's "best- est things the children suddenly for got they were just p"etcnds" and became little people. They rolnped and played. Poor Mary had to cry when she heard the echo of thair hap py voices in the lonely hoHsa. ,E,lea it gfew dark, and the eliri.,.;i ,,elli IT, :,.-
 Ut was the beaulifulest time ever hadIw exclaimed Miss N,;:.aesalie when later Mary tucked the tired but strangely happy little girl in hel. great feather bed. If they both Il. .,gg4t ef what Aunt Abigail might say tiia. l"- llO1cu ut lONl Glltl SIlJoS cu t' t:iCii hearts content the rehearsal of the aft ernoon's odd pleasure. I'd never be little All Aloney, Mary. if could have my kind of missionary meeting tea parties. .,4.-':.; -':-> :" t.-' Ts7
 It wds long, long after 10 before Aunt Abigail reached home. Mary said not word concerning the after noon's festivities She knaw the honor of a certain little girls heart.
 Aunt Abigail"' called Miss Name sake in very sweet bedtime voice.
 "Yes," answered Miss kimball. paus- ing at the threshold of her niece's room
 T didn't member all the day long l responsibility.
 why. Abigail Klmbal, what have you been doing?'
 "1 had missionary meeting tea par ty," replied the little girl, sitting up- right in bed. II had one my kind. l had the little Macks to it.
 '',rhe Macks!' exclaimed Miss Kim ball. very much mortified.
 They're poor, Aunt Abigail. and missionary meeting tea parties are for poor people. I'm awful sorry I played after meeting. though it was lot of fun The child's voice sank to a lonely little whisper.
 Miss kimball, drawn by some strange feeling, walked to her little l nlece's bedside. She bent over her and asked her in a low. faltering voice
 Abigail. why did you do it?"
 Miss Namesake paused. Her eyes opened wider and wider, and in their starry depths were all the stories ot little All Aloney in Lonesome Land "'Cause ] was just lonely just had to be a missionary"
 ''I atn sorry, dear"
 "Oh. Aunt Abigail, let's both be mis sionaries''
 "We will. and will have your kind o1 parties" replied Aunt Abigail, and she gave the wee grille a long drawn ou | It.