Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-12-03
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shs Would Insist ON DOins Kindly
Thinss for Strangers.
Emily came in and sat down
thoughtfully before the FIRE while Mrs
Pnelps waited for her to take of her
things and unburden her mind. AT
last she spoke.
Mother" she said, ".Margaret'> I'm,
possible!"
What do you meanY asked her
mother in real surprise. II thought
her charming; little naive, it's true,
but very genuine, and was rejoicing
mat you had cousin Of your own age
to be with you this winter. Just what
is the matterf 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 to the matinee, she helped some
old woman with her bundles, found
her seat in the car, and then, firm.
ly believe, listened to the whole family
history. 1t was just the same way
when she hunted the city half over to
ind the address that stupid Sweds
wanted. She nearly made US late for
the concert, and The Rogers"
spoke the name In hushed Roman cap
itals-'were with MS. 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 well for a little
village like Neeleton, but in a 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 little. yet somehow
her whole manner was softened and 6
little apologize.
I'm a chastened spirit" she an
nounced. "I'll tell you all about 1t
only don't laugh at me, please, ant
don't think me snobbish. We went
you know, and when we got there thu
hall was cram-jam full; not seat t.
be had, just standing room. And aftel
we'd scrambled for places, the frs
thing Margaret did was to push m,
In front Of her.
you're such a little thing, Emily,
she said, that l can see right owe
your head Then she actually took Of
her own hat because she was sure sh
was too tall with 1t on. Informal? Oh
yes, but she was so jolly and brigh
and inspiring that couldn't feel eros
or dignihed; and at last one of tn
women we'd been talking to-yes, W
did, and didn't know them, either
and I'm not a bit ashamed-said t
her, My dear, If you weren't here
alleviate the suffering of my pool
tired knees / simply couldn't stay
Then at the intermission what d
you think happened? Madame Bisho
her seats were next where we wer
standing-came out, and said to Ma
garet, Child, I've watched your eye
dancing with more pleasure than TV
looked at the stage. My friend and
are going out now; won't you TAX
our places? And haven't seen 20
at our Altar Guild? Come and see m
some Thursday
Think, Madame Bishop, whom e.
cry one wants to know, and who, usl
ally, wants to know no one. And We
it isn't just because she is she, but it
that Margaret's Margaret" Emily EN-
ed, little incoherently. And ths
I'm beginning really to understan
Margaret's a dear."-Youth's Compal
ion.