The Huttig news., 1911-03-11

robe couch, while the Fond Parent en. tered into searching inquiry regard ing the styles displayed in the shops, and the tendency of the times in the matter of skirts There was something else in which she was even more in crested, and it must bide it's proper inc. The time came when she put Ter arm about the Lily Maid. and that
 mall person smuggling against her side, dropped her golden head upon her mothers shoulder and began, in shy little voice, to tell her tale.
 When the Football Youth had fol owed her to Washington-the Fond Parent gave thanks that she had no nerves and never started. she had been just little glad at first; but after anybody knows mana real man. who has read. and knows every
 hing, and has had adventures in all sorts of queer countries = the Fond Parent took sudden twist in her mental consciousness with view to holding herself steady-why, a boy like that is so raw. And besides, they never have any sense. and are forever in the way. And, of course. she went on, hesitating little, if people will be foolish. and insist on saying things, no body wants them to say-and besides, it couldn't possibly make any differ. ence to her what girl he went with. as if she could be jealous about boyl And he had called her a flirt, and had been horrid in every way; and she hadn't done any such thing; and when other people were so goodtempered. and so cultivated. and so interesting, it wasn't her fault if the Football Youth bored her. He was so young.
 The Fond Parent sat blinking at the new wall paper which adorned the Lily Maids room, wondering if she were really awake. She looked down at the pretty head and touched the fluffy hair softly with her lips, while she encouraged the child, by various sympathetic saueezes, to go on; but she vas not listening at all. She was wondering if it were always to be ont of deep water into deeper; if the little feet that she had guided so long, in.
 
 again, were beginning to stray still further afield. She had known they must walk their path some day; but |. had never occurred to her that the Football Youth stood at the parting Of the ways, and that, though the child might walk near at hand for many mile yet, she would never return te the security of the path which she had left.
 The Lily Maid was beginning t. wonder a little at her silence when the smallest boy burst into the room with joy on his youthful countenance Did his mother ever see such bully apples splendid apples, then the man didn't have but three bushels left. and that pig of Tom Walker was just sprinting down the street to get his mother to buy the whole lot. The Lily Maid stretched out her hand for one of the samples, and set her small teeth in it with evident pleasure As the Fond Parent opened her pock- etbook brother and sister caught sight of a flying figure almost at the corner of the street They sprang to the win dow. by {, common impulse, and en gagged two-thirds of the countryman' stock, just as the panting Thomas threw himself upon the tailboard ol the wagon, and gasped out that his mother would take the three bushels The light of victory gleamed in the eyes of the two at the window, and they scurried downstairs, hand in hand. to secure their prize. while tn, Fond Parent, stepping down slowly as became her years and dignity, as sured herself with a smile that the Lily Maid had come home in time, and was in no immediate danger.