The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1909-07-03
The Man. the Mission, and the Maid
Copyright 1909. BY BENZ. B. Hampton

Copyright 1909. BY BENZ B. Hampton
\9HEN Hal Gilman got home from college
ZNzI01D he had left all such things as youth and
vkvee|vE conscious Of this than when after the
SGk welcome home had quoted down bit,
arranging her fluffy summer gown picturesquely
She was supplied with pink book. the color Of
which matched her gown and her checks, perfectly,
borhood satisfied inspection and so saw the young
man looking out upon his boyhood surroundings
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say. rising from m her chair
some doubt about it. Pickles" he had used to call
We. word year ago, too, he would have vaulted over
an instant more would have been sprawIcd upon the
b: Dc s:a Ms sns ss this asns ha
to her; then he walked sedately down the Gilman
path and out at the Gilman gate; he walked sedately
BLANCHARD porch where he deposited himself and his
having shaken politely with the Ba a,1sr
ard young lady How you have bossomed! he
suspicion of gallantry Z should scarcely have
lips that were full and red and most delieiousIy
curved I'VE bud, we blossom. we ripen and decay,
YES he admitted pensively, I'VE always
muStachc:
the weight Of advancing years lay heavily upon him
Alice blanchard reached over to lay her pink book
e Il aeq ae
envelope and very fat The address was in a mans
sort Of thing was part Of the af fol ns
he had left behind him forever. Miss Alice picked
gp the letter but she did not do it hastily blush
She put It carefully back in the book: it was too
iaered thing to BE- treated ppantl Already Miss
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70 a mature woman Of nineteen.
exerting itself to the utmost to please pleasant
breeze Auttered the flashing green and white leaves
fully beds both sides Of the street. s rere
n ssg their bright heads happily Oh we'll these
for the young for those who had not yet arrived at
an age where life and its tremendous problems bear
heavily down.
al. 1T must be fine to be man." presently sighed
MISS eBlanehard to be able to go out into the world
ana hight for fame and fortune"
lie turend reproachful eyes upon her
"Famep he expostulated "Fortunei There are
too many Of the worlds greedy host after those
Miss Blanchard was startled but gave him instant
True. IT she sighed How true"
As for myself" he went on, Smy die is cast.
nave already engaged to devote myself, after short
period OF repose with the good grandparents who
raised me, to the uplifting Of humanity. Settlement
work IS to occupy my time henceforth. I shall live
among the poor and lowly. One-fourth of the in
come my father left will suffice for my humble
needs and the rest shall devote to the regeneration
OF my less fortunate brothers"
enthusiasm: The Cause one foT mere boyish
lsrvor. It was mans Serious sober, solemn mission
How noblew breathed the girl
family owes to humanity. l consider IS debt Of my
fathers, and It IS my solemn obligation repay it.
lis ms to paee me be 01
to consider the needy and officted and those
sshroudsd in moral darkness Oh. you do not know.
Blanchard. of Sv,;ee
tina. abonds in this worldE ~0ee''e 'Ae misery
I'M Miss Blanchard turned upon him large wide eyes
Perhaps do. though she replied softly. .".Our
sxn burdens teach rs sympathy and understanding
Her eyes turned from him, in explanation, to the
at envelope where i.s edge peeped out from the
pretty very blue full Of
golden shade that had let him stretch point to call
the tip Of pink ear was revealed. Her cheeks were
FOUNDED .! and creamy Her neck was firm, white;
ss.d mes. sssssssy. Pickles. 70 think that he had
ing out. Of the side window al them -
Ct that Ia. now said Grandfather Gilman
There he sits as stiff poker talking to the pref
tiest girl in Oakdale with more life in him than
Sit any e n,s ae
Adam retorted Grandma Gilman. my distinct
gest fool in the county"
She pinched Grandfather Gilman's ear and he
grinned
The mailman came up the street Miss Blanchard
ran down to the gate and he handed her large fat
square, creamtinted envelope. Mr.. Gilman had fol-
lowed her.
Have you anything for me he asked the mail
man. "Mr Hatred Joyce Gilman"
Il The mailman looked up with start
why, hello, Harry!s he cried heartily and held
out his hand. Il didn't recognize you. How you
have grown! You'll be = man before You know i'll"
Mr.. Hatred Joyce Gilman was too digni6ed to
Vince. He kindly shook hands with Jinks Powell
links had shown him: away in the crude past. how
There's scarcely any change in you Mr.. Powell"
he said with lofty graciousness. THE years treat
you very kindly indeed"
Getting gray-gray IS rat" And the mail-man
jerked off his hat moment set me see. You