The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1911-08-10
Adventures on
a Street Car

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who is him?' "sasked Mrs. Morse.
my fate! Tie grandest on earth.
don't know when I've seen any one
half so splendid"
But it's only two weeks ago dear.
that you were raving about Jim Pom
sonby."
Don't mention his name IN the
same breath-James Ponsonby is q
silk sock, high collar, society dandy.
while this one Is a real man.
He's quite poor, Judge, that is SO
far as money goes, but Browning or
Roosevelt, or John Burns or some one
else, l forget who said, A man is a
man for a that and our minister Is
always preaching that money doesn't
count. Such shoulders, Mildred and
those big, honest eyes!"
Lovely, indeed! But where did
you meet this paragon?" Marjory's
sister was becoming interested.
That's the funny part of it," said
Marjory, pulling off her gloves. 1T
must have been fate that threw us to-
gether.
You see," she continued, "Doro-
thy's Sunday school class had col
lected 369 pennies for my poor chill
dren in the settlement. A week ago
| stepped into the street car | held
the money box in my hand to take to
my class. I don't know how, but the
elastic band around the box snapped;
the cover fell off, and 500 cents
rolled over every inch of that street
car. It's nothing to laugh at I'M
agine my embarrassment. AS unit
the passengers jumped to their feet
to assist in the penny search. | alone
remained seated, too dazed to move.
After what seemed an eternity,
a tall handsome man stepped forward
He is my hero; the man who has
changed the complexion of my whole
young life.
Raising his hat, he said, Pardon,
miss, but l think we've found every
cent. May l help you count them?
HE had most refined voice.
nodded.
Stop laughing, Mildred! If you
had been there you wouldn't have
thought 1t funny"
Now, listen to this coincidence and
see II fate isn't getting busy. |
promised to bring my settlement
youngsters some oranges, so yester-
day | bought two dozen large ones.
Unconscious of impending disaster
stepped into the car.
my oranges were in strong bag
How it happened is beyond human
comprehension, but somehow, the bag
broke and twenty-four oranges rolled
themselves over every inch of that
car
Think Of my horror again, when.
looking across the aisle, | gazed into
the eyes Of the very man who had
collected the pennies for me the week
before. My hero!
He recognized me instantly, and
We both laughed, while everybody
else in the car scampered for the roll
ing oranges. Finally we managed to
rewrap the rebellious fruit.
of you will let me carry this for
you" said the man, perhaps no more &C.
cidents will occur before we get there
told him his offer was very kind. It's
three blocks from the car to the set
tlement house. In those three blocks
| learned that he is employed by the
telephone company His Is not a
promising position. l judge, but as
said before, he Is real man and
nothing else matters"
"Marjory, you are goose, but you
are a nice goose. VIII you never grow
up?"
II wonder under what conditions I'll
meet my hero next timer" pOndered
Marjory. For meet him must"
And she did.
1t vas a week later IT'S too fun.
n.y." said Marjory. there's no use
telling you. You won't believe 1t"
We'll, hurry dear. Tell me before
you explode"
Last night at nine o'clock our
maid, Polly, knocked at my door, and
said, Miss Marjory, may be SO bold
as to tell you that I'm engaged to be
married. Good for you, Polly said
|. so it's settled? I'm very glad
miss Marjory,' she went on. my
friend has heard me speak so much
of you, would you mind coming into
the kitchen a minute to make his ac'
uuaintance?' Why, I'd love to meet
your future husband, Polly said.
80 skipped down to the lower
regions and, Mildred Morton Morse,