The Lee County journal. (Leesburg, Ga.) 1904-19??, 1908-02-14

zone dozen new pink-and-white
striped outing flannel babies pinning
blanKets!"
Mrs. Serena Dodd, sitting beside her
own especial window in her little
room at the Torbolton Home for Indi-
gent Females, enunciated the words
joyously. She snapped off her thread,
dropped her open-topped steel thin
BILE on the table, and spreading upon
her knees the garment in which she
had set the last stitch, caressed 1t into
shape, repeating unctuously, One
dozen new Observation-Disclosures
outing flannel babies pinning blank
cts! My. but that's lot Of the Lords
little ones to keep warmp She peered
over her spectacles at the tin clock
on the mantelpiece. Nigh on to 3
o'clock! Full time some other folks
had their promises redeemed"
From the low wicker chair opposite,
Mrs. Samantha Wells, knitting franti-
cally upon cotton yarn wash-cloth,
uttered a breathless only two more
rows, Sereny, and the binding OIL, and
I'm ready, too"
Without answering, Mrs. Dodd rose
to her feet, numbered upon pile Of
similar garments at one end of her
small white-eounterpaned bed
Then she spoke relentingly; Wei,
well, Samanthy, maybe shouldn't
have been SO forehanded either, If
Mrs. Waldron hadn't got SO stocked UP
on fat-iron holders that couldn't
sell her another one to raise any more
money to buy any more stuff. Any
how, there's one dozen new"
Mrs. Wells interrupted hurriendly;
''Your niece, Lyddy, from over to Holt,
is coming through the gate.
A moment later, Miss Lydia Bar
mum, slim, brisk and 80, was saying
cheerily, "How do, Mrs. Wells! How
do, Aunt Serena! Here's my contribu-
tion to your clothing society" And
diving into her shopping bag, Miss
Lydia produced a diminutiye parcel.
Il do WISH" protested Mrs. Dodd
.'that you would not call it my cloth
ing society, Just because I'm collecting
for It! It's yours as much has It's
mine, so longs you donate your two
new garments year. The name Of it
is The We Clothed Me Society," and
it's great organization, extending all
over the United States and Canada
numbering thou" She halted The
quotation from the pamphlet pub
lished annually by the society in ques-
ton was left unfinished while she
stared blankly at the contents of the
paper. Then, with stitf, Much
obliged, Lyddy!" she placed Miss Bar
NUNS contribution beside the pinning
blankets.
Her niece looked puzzled. isn't
that right, Aunt Serena? You said
handkerchiefs, know you said hand
kerchiefse
Il did say handkerchiefs, acknowl-
edged Mrs. Dodd, with asperity. Ger
tain sure, said kandkerchiefs! But
1 meant that for them as couldn't or
wouldn't do better than two for five,
marked down for this day only.
There's always plenty of them given!
I did not" with emphasis, mean fine,
pure linen, hemstitched, two-inch bor-
der handkerchiefs, with wreath Of
flowers in the corner and costing so
cents if they cost one penny"
"Seventy-fve!" murmured Miss Ly-
dia.
Worse and more OF it," comment
ed Mrs. Dodd. Nov what really said
was. Handkerchiefs or stockings or
underclothes, meas and boys wearing
apparel particularly But there, l amt
in the habit OF peeking into gift
horges's mouths and counting their
teeth and I'm truly glad to get any
thing! Horsepower, next time, -
Mrs. Dodds black eyes twinkled-"if
you can't screw UP your courage to
mems and boys wearing apparel, just
you buy good pair of single cotton
sheets. The SOCIETY needs them every
year"
'Tll bear it in mind, Aunt Serena, ("
gaily rejoined Miss Lydia. Then, with
a change of tone and pointing from
the window, "See! Milady Van Dusen-
berry Bills coach blocks the way. Ex-
cuse mel" and she disappeared through
the doorway.
The newcomers heavy silken train
rustled richly as she crossed the
threshold, and with its billowy expan-
siveness 1t seemed to fill and overflow
the little room. Mrs. Wells shrank
back, but Mrs. Dodd stood her ground
sturdily.
'Huh!" she muttered. Guess l amt
skeered Of Barbry Bill! Buttoned uN