Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1911-07-28
The Argus Daily Short Story
The Truth About Maisie-By Agnes G. Brogan.
Copyrighted Literary

The boyish looking young pastor OF
trinity church frowned darkly and
removed u footstool which stood in his
way in a very unclerical manner,
while the sweet faced old lady who sat
near by folded letter which she had
been reading aloud.
well, David" she asked, what
shall We do about it?'
There is just one thing to be done,
of course" her son answered promptly;
"we must send for my brothers child
and ask her to make this her home"
The old lady readjusted her specta-
cIes and referred again to the letter.
Richard was ambitious TO be great
artist" she said slowly, and can
picture the lifelong struggle which
ended only in defeat. But at the last
he remembered his mother.
Take care of my little girl he
writes. She is an irresponsible,
thoughtless creature, sound and good
at heart. Watch over her, 1 entreat
you, and use your influence, if posi-
BILE, in persuading her to leave the
stage \ letter addressed to her prop
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en- Butterfly company, New York" will
be forwarded wherever she may be-. "
And so it happened that Miss Ran
dOlph, sitting in her dressing room at
the theater a few Days later, was hand
ed a letter, and her large dark eyes
grew wider and brighter still as she
read this kindly invitation to become
member of the parsonage household.
Your grandmother and 1 will do all
in our power to make you happy" the
note read, and the girl smiled at the
superscription-"Dav Paul Randolph,
pastor OF Trinity church, Eastville,
n. Y"
she leaned forward and made a little
face in the glass, then turned to get
better view Of the golden wings sus-
pended from her shoulders. MY dear
uncle minister" she confided to her
charming reflection, Il don't really be
Iieve you could make me happy-in
Eastville."
kilograms in Eastville were usually
associated with death or disaster, so
when David Randolph received yell
low 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, land
I am to meet Maisie' at Eastyille sta
ton at 9 o'clock tonight"
'AIaisie," the old lady repeated
doubtfuny.
Rain came pelting against the study
windows, and the wind, screeching
down the garden path, threw wide the
door 4 girl stood there in the aper-
ture, 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
q plume decked hat
You did not hear me knock" she ,
announced. I'm Maisie."
The young pastor came forward 1
quickly. Your telegram has just
reached US" he explained Il ex- I
pected TO meet you on the 8 o'clock /
train"
Maisie laughed. 81 intended to leave /
New York later" she said when |
you know me better you win learn that |
the unexpected usually happens where |
am concerned"
With a sudden impulse the elder wo- /
man took the other. scarlet cloak and /
all, into her embrace.
Granddaughter. don't go back TO
that life she said stay and take
your fathers. place in our home"
The girl drew in her breath sharply.
I win stag as long as You wish" she
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