New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1912-04-03

had been thinly mended. q sweet,
senaltivo mouth. everything about her
Ae0ed her humble errand. Her atti-
tndo was enc Of listiess abstraction.
~ glanced up the street and then
down It 40 " the buying Of that loaf
Of bread had rounded out her days
pcogran and left her objectless.
"A chuckle Of childish delight focused
Der glance on Mrs. Flynn's front win
0oW-the shsw window about which
wers clustered half Z dozen happy,
dirty, care free little gamins. Their
1reckled faces were pressed close
against the glass. One snub nose was
turned up to her.
Look. lady; amt them JUS the gor-
3oousestT r
The lady looked. She even stepped
down from the doorsill to get better
view. The children laughed. She
Shuddered.
Easter was approaching and the an
0ual miracle had been wrought In
Ms. Faynn's front window. A man.
soth weodea hen. comfortably nested
On curly greea excelsior. challenged tho
world g admire the fruits Of her H.
Austry. UatsA quantities Of eggs that
discounted the rainbow In varsity and
rjyfdness Of hue surrounded her-euch
purplea, such greens. such FELLOWS %
we're na~ee 0oea - land OF -.
Poor little thingsr' said the lady IN
der her breath. swssping the whole
Joyous aseup With plying eyes ''How
can thez ever lsarn what beauty
Aeansr' She turned away. They
were msastrosities, tAoss eGss. but
people bsught them. They had given
Aer N idsa. She was glad she had
.bouxht Asr brsad at that particular
bakery. She stopped at dairy to add
q pint Of milk to her menu. She bad
bought bsr dinner.
The arst lesson inculcated by the
Aady managers Of the exchange was
smiling courtesy to all corners. Won.
60 always smiled on Tom Worthing-
ton. ''He was such dear" His big
gray eyes we're 40 clear and kindly and
Obs ruddy brown hair so perfectly crop
ped. Miss Crutcher smiled on Mr..
Worthington the very next day. She
had found him bending over the case
chat held the Easter eggs.
II see you have added to your collec-
don since was here yesterday" he
said
"You mean that box with dozen in
1t? | can't say admire 1t as much as
do the flower and fruits. She brought
1t In this morning She calls it an egg
shell idyl. Why, l am sure don't
know. But people like to be puzzled,
90 it may sell them. The whole dozen
have to go together. That will be bad
for the sale"
Her comments fell on unheeding
ears With barred head Tom was lean
ting low over the box. A rich flush
had mounted into his cheeks. There
was but one woman in the world who
could have executed that exquisite ldyl.
and he had spent year In futile
search for her. His heart was singing
q paean to the egg artistic: MY dear.
my dear! Every spot that was ours
In common" The little coral house,
with it's dazzling white roof-it was
there on the shell. There was the sin.
xie doorstep where they had stopped to
rest the day 10 told her that be loved
her. No one In sight-just he and She
There was another alabaster white
egg, stained with the flaming crimson
OF the hibiscus, growing against the
old gray wall. He had climbed the
wall TO get It for her. No one in sight
Just he aud she, filling. the, whole
0efmudan landscape. And the ragged
wind slasked banana leaves, under
witch they had taken shelter from the
sun In the street Of old St George.
lust one little brown native to stare
ut them-just he and she.
It was the idyl Of their love lined
days IN Bermuda-not spot. not
tower. even down to the lovely sweep
OF the shore line, where she and he
had wandered together. 1T was THAR
tdyi-their idyl from which they had
been rudely awakened by one in au-
thority.
He laid the last egg reverently back
In its nest Of silver He looked up at
Aiss Crutcher with eyes full Of de-
sire. He pushed the box gently to-
ward her. II want it. Price, please?''
She handed it back neatly done up.
ssMight I suggest that you could have
chosen much prettier ones7" she said.
mentioning the price.
ssNOne that would have pleased me
90 we'll" He laid down the price. Il
suppose you know whose work it Is"
"Oh, of course we have to know
names and addresses!'
''And If one wanted to give an order
In person."
Miss Crutcher smiled shrewdly. 1T
would have to be left with u.s.
He went out with his box and stood
a moment thinking. The exchange
faced a small city park, SO small that
Worthington did not think he had
nvor axnIored II Ho crossed the