Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1909-09-25
arRL WHO WAS IMPOSSIBLE. !"


She Wou1d Insist ON Doing kindly
Things for strangers.
Emily came in and sat down
thoughtfully before the fire while Mrs.
Phelps waited for her to take of ner
things and unburder her mind At
last she spoke.
Mother" she said. "AIargaret's i'm.
possible!"
What do you mean?" asked her
mother In real surprise 81 thought
her charming; a little naive. it's true.
but very genuine. and I was rejoicing
that you had 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 I don't
understand. They're usually 40 exact.
Ing. yet I 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, I firm.
ly believe, listened to tho 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 q little
village like Neeleton. but in big city
she ought to understand the differ.
ence." answered Emily. III she does
anything gauche when We 90 to see
Flora Barker o.morrow--well, she can
Just 90 alone after that" and the girl
walked out Of the room with her wraps
and her grievance.
But at dusk the next afternoon dit.
ferent Emily came into the room. She
was laughing a little. yet somehow
her whole manner was softened and Q
little apologetic.
I'm a .chastened spirit" she an.
nounced. I'll tell you all about II.
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 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 u little thing. Emily
she said. that can see right over
your head Then she actually took OH
her own hat because she was sure she
was too tall with II on. Informal? Oh.
yea. but she was 30 jolly and bright
and inspiring that 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 q bit ashamed-said to
her. My dear. II you weren't here to
alleviate the suffering Of my poor.
tired knees I simply couldn't stay
Then at the intermission what do
you think happened? Madame Bishop
her seats were next where we were
standing came 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 I
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,
It 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.
Margaret's a dear."---Youth's Compan.
ion.