The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1909-08-05
GIRL WHO WAS IMPOSSIBLE"
she Would Insist on Doing Kiudl,
Ihin.s for STRANGERS.

She would Insist ON Doing Kindly
Things for Strangers.
Emily came in and sat down
thoughtfully before the fire while Mrs
Phelps waited for her to TAXA of her
things and unburden her mind. At
last she spoke.
Mother she said, ''NIargaret'5 i'm
possible."
What do you mean?' asked her
mother in real surprise, II thought
her charming; little naive, it's true,
but very genuine and | was rejoicing
that you had a cousin OF your own age
TO be with you this winter. Just what
is the matter? Don't the other girls
like herr"
Yes, and that's Just what | don't
understand. They're usually so exact
ing. yet | never saw any one so quick
ly popular as Margaret. But she
makes no distinctions; she'll speak to
any one. Why. this afternoon. on our
way 10 the matinee, she helped some
old woman with her bundles, found
her seat in the car, and then. l firm
~ believe, listened to the whole family
history. 1t was just the same way
when she hunted the city half over to
find the address that stupid Swede
wanted. She nearly made us late for
the concert, and The Rogers" Emily
spoke the name in hushed Roman cap
itals-"were with US. They were
amused, but then. she's not their
cousin"
You must remember" said Mrs.
Phelps, gravely, that Margaret was
the minister's daughter in a little
country town. and that it's always
been her privilege to know every one,
to speak to anybody, and TO help in
all ways
"Oh, that's all very we'll for little
village like Neeleton. but in big city
she ought TO understand the differ
ence," answered Emily. "If she does
anything gauche when we go to see
Flora Barker to-morrow-well, she can
just go alone after that" and the girl
walked out of the room with her wraps
and her grievance.
But at dusk the next afternoon diff
ferent Emily came into the room She
was laughing a little, yet somehow
her whole manner was softened and a
little apologize.
I'm a chastened spirit" she an
nounced. I'll tell you all about it,
only don't laugh at me. please. and
don't think me snobbish. We went.
you know. and when we got there the
hall was cram-jam full; not a seat to
be had, just standing room. And after
we'd scrambled for places, the first
thing Margaret did was to push me
in front of her.
You're such little thing. Emily
she said, that / can see right over
your head Then she actually took off
her own hat because she was sure she
was too tall with it on. Informal? Oh,
yes, but she was so jolly and bright
and inspiring that l couldn't feel cross
or dignified; and at last one of the
women we'd been talking to-yes, we
did. and / didn't know them, either.
and I'm not a bit ashamed-said to
her, My DEAR if you weren't here to
alleviate the suffering of my poor,
tired knees l simply couldn't stay
Then at the intermission what do
you think happened? Madame Bishop
her seats were next where we were
standing out, and said to Mar
garet, Child, I've watched your eyes
dancing with more pleasure than I've
looked at the stage. My friend and /
are going out now; won't you take
our places? And haven't / seen you
at our Altar Guild? Come and see me
some Thursday
Think, Madame Bishop, whom ev-
cry one wants to know, and who, usu,
ally, wants to know no one. And yet,
1t isn't Just because she is she. but it's
that Margaret's Margaret" Emily end
ed, a little incoherently. And that
I'm beginning really to understand.
Margarets a dear."-Youth's Compan-
ion