The Baltimore County union, the Towson news., 1909-11-27

SOO bnAuSo A1AACO uP. AAO OAN AOSAO
woman, the aunty who lives with the
woman-they are from the sunny
South, you KNOWS Elsie, Aunt
Elsie, and the baby is a boy. The
woman did lose her husband in
train wreck; but say, that was over
a year ago, not two weeks ago. It's
all straight enough about the widow
taking in sewing, but not washing
oh, weren't you pathetic about The
tub! But I guess it's all right. The
widow ought to be glad to get the
turkeys and things, and shouldn't
have any kick coming"
We'll, but who is going to stand
for the story if she does kick-if she
gets lawyer to kick up a libel suit
for her?"
Blessed if l know" said Brock.
you certainly did write an awfulsob
about her and little Elsie-poor little
Elsie p Brock chuckled. Send over
that five, will you? | need it,"
"Humph p said Blake, and went
for his overcoat.
Just then a stout and furried old
negro woman was bundled out of the
elevator into the editorial reception
room volubly inquiring for de edi-
tor" She was followed by a tall
young woman dressed in black and
yelled An office boy came forward.
We want to see editor man, you
boy" said the first in an angry grum
BILE. We want to know why such
doggone mean lies are printed about
folks in de papers. You done march
right off and tell dat editor"
Her companion interposed. Take
my card to the editor, please" )" she
said to the boy, after writing a line
on the card, and that young man at
once obeyed, anxious to get some
where to grin in safety.
The city editor read below the neatly
copperplated Mrs. R. H. Mitchell, "
the words: in reference to false arti-
Gle in this mornings paper"
'Phew!" he whistled in annoyance.
He called Blake and handed him
the card.
Its up to you, l guess" he said
drily. Please see this lady She
seems to be your poor widow. See
what she haste say-if it is the preface
to libel suit, for instance"
Blake walked slowly to the recep-
tion room. His appetite for inter
views with angry females was very
slight. Besides, a possible libel suit
looming ahead-that bugbear ofnews-
paper men! He entered the room
softly, closing the door behind him
for which he was very glad afterward.
Two thoroughly frightened and not
irate women confronted and then fell
back from him.
"Mistah Arthur !" gasped Aunt
Elsie, turning gray, and her hands
raised in horror. What foh you
ha'nt me? neverdone you no hahn
in de world, l declah, Mistah Arthurl'
Arthur !" whispered the tall girl,
white as paper first, and then ruddy as
a rose with the sudden rush of glad
blood. Arthur, they told me you
were dead and buried in Cuba -
Blake stood for a moment like a
wooden manikin, and then this quiet,
grave young man, this somber fellow
whom his fellows had never seen per-
turbed or move beyond an almost
languid step, had leaped across the
room like a greyhound released from
leash, his face afame, his eyes hun
cry, but not so hungry as his heart,
and cried in broken voice:
"Peggie -
He gathered the girl in his arms,
and for a few minutes little broken
words-and unbroken kisses-made
up the conversation in the reception
room, except for Aunt Elsie's ejacu-
lations of amazement as she hovered
about the lovers.
YES, dear they told me you were
dead
Your father always hated me-
"Hush-he is dead. And you
away sick in Cuba-oh, oh !"
And you got married, Peggie p
Eyes. John Mitchell paid off
fathers debts, and so IL
Eyes, Peggie-and he-he is gone,
too"
Eyes, but the baby's name is not
Elsie it's boy-his name is Arthur.
Oh, Arthur, and you wrote that silly
thing in the paper But, Arthur, oh,
am so glad you did !"
There was no secondary story, "
but a second-life story. And they ate
one of the turkeys for the Thanksgiv-
ing dinner. Aunt Elsie was famous
cook.
There is a little Elsie now. On her
first birthday the boys in the Star Of
flee sent her little silver turkey.