Putnam patriot., 1911-08-11
The Truth About MaiSie q. Proved That Sometimes ~tbe End Jusdhes the
 Means
D. AGNES C. BROGAN u-,ght by American Press Asso- cop ciation, lsll

hoviSh looking young pastor o1 .r church drowned darkly and il.D,, med footstool which stood in his in q very unclerical manner, F@ tbs sweet faced old lady who sat 's,r '. by folded letter which she had s..n reading aloud.
 pteu srsu David" she asked, what nall we do about itF
 ''s sT,ere is just one thing to be done, .,rsa" her son answered promptly; V. - r,nst send for my brothers child w .sr her to make this her home" 'pu ~.a a old lady readjusted her specta- and referred again to the letter. sn'.b.rd sss was ambitious to be a great m. she said slowly. and can ',s ,.nro the lifelong struggle which P' Psaed only in defeat. But at the last ~onembered his mother.
 .rake care of my little girl he -..s She is an Irresponsible, ..a,btless creature, sound and good seart Watch over her. l entreat n and use your influence, if possi- ss in persuading her to leave the @ A letter addressed to her prop sone "Nliss NJ. E. Randolph, Gold butterfly company, New York" will V forVarded wherever she may be- ,,d SD it happened that Miss Ran | ,sob sitting in her dressing room at x. ,baater few days later, was hand .5 letter. and her large dark eyes ..w wider and brighter still as she s,sa this kindly invitation to become a rorber of the parsonage household. ayopr grandmother and will do all |, onr hover to make you happy ,' the .o,a read. and the girl smiled at the ,.oerseripfion-"D Paul Randolph, ,,,tor of Trinity church, Eastville, NY
 sba leaned forward and made little .,e in the glass. then turned to get a hsHar view of the golden wings sus- ,s1ded from her shoulders. My dear rJeleminister." she confided to her alarming reflection, 'T don't really be- rprp YOU could make me happy-in Estville."
 Telegrams in Nashville were usually associated with death or disaster. so when David Randolph received vel by envelope his mother waited in suspense as he read the brief message. .What is it?" she asked impatiently, while his puzzled expression changed to one of amusement.
 The Golden Butterflies have arrived in New York" he answered dryly, "and am to meet 'Maisie' at Eastville sta ton at o'clock tonight"
 Maisie," the old lady repeated dOubtfully.
 Rain came pelting against the study windows, and the wind, screeehing down the garden path. threw wide the door A girl stood there in the aper- lure, wearing a fur trimmed scarlet cloak whose hue rivaled the freight; she tilted back her head in order to glance from beneath the huge brim of plume decked hat
 You did not hear me knock" she fnnOuneed I'm Maisie."
 The young pastor came forward quickly Your telegram has just feached us," he explained. "I ex- Iected to meet you on the 9 o'clock tain"
 Aaisie laughed. "I intended to leave New York later" she said. When fOu know me better you will learn that Ehe unexpected usually happens where am concerned"
 With a sudden impulse the elder wo- ban took the other, scarlet cloak and - into her embrace.
 Granddaughter, don't go back to pat ffe,' she said. Stay and take bur fathers place in our home"
 The girl drew in her breath sharply. will stay as long as you wish" she ephed, If you will like me for my wn sake"
 so the Golden Butterflies packed up nd left New York, while Maisie re- aihed at the quiet parsonage. The iherto silent house now rang with gay songs and laughter, and the eases and lines which dull care dd traced upon the tired pastors vanished Maisie laid aside the lflet cloak and monstrous hat at his uuhg' and with a sigh of regret fold away the orange silk which had used such a tumult of criticism pong bis congregation. She even ueayored to smooth back the riotous 'S which had been her pride and leafed at church one day with neat banded hair and attired in a gray "a or severe simplicity. It was ~saht 10 remember, as the pastor ul about his duties, that Maisie Puu De there to welcome him when returned, and he would hasten his
 4lftiAiOA IL was BiNe''NN
 TOT the old lady to sit resting in
 Twilight as Maisie sang the half s0''eh songs-ending up. perhaps, U very modern burst of ragtime.
 gradually a cloud appeared upon
 nappy horizon; the girl herself
 restless and dissatisfied; she Ut afternoons in the city, returning
 ehlhg silent and depressed.
 v You think" the young minister sa haltingly. that it is the old life Ing her back?"
 mother hesitated a moment 10 she said presently. did ii
 occur to you that Maisie may a lover?"
 laee turned strangely white.
 'lea = he asked abruptly.
 letter came for her this morning
 he name Of a theater stamped { Ae envelope" the old lady re-
 Maisie gave glad cry when
 Oaght it and ran up 10 her room.
 she came down and, bidding me
 's left for the eiey. making no