The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1912-08-20

Dear, dear!' she sighed. The eggs
will only net enough to pay those
things. not cent over. even II ! get
twenty cents for them. and likely's not
they won't fetch more than eighteen
cents a dozen" Mandy stared at the
list before her, but the items remained
fixed, not one vanished under her Sc.
we're scrutiny We'll. take 1t, take it
all--you old figures YOU" then turn
Ing the card she began writing on the
other end of it. Things | want:
Iwant new dimity dress with pink
rose buds in 1t.
want big ribbon for my hair.
want a pair of stockings, absolute
iy whole.
\ pair of pumps with high heels.
A piece OF chiffon to fix my old hat.
want Jim Patterson to come back.
She wrote furiously. punctuatlnS
each item with decisive period at the
end, indulging herself just once In her
bare life the luxury Of mute expires.
sion She paused after re.reading.
flushed to the heavy waves Of her dark
hair, gave the cardboard q vicious twist
which rent It in two and flung It aside
crushed the remaining egg fllers into
the untitled space Of the crate. gath
cred up her baskets. and rushed down
cellar. She came up with pan Of
potatoes. which she proceeded to make
ready for dinner. So busy was she
with her thoughts of the last item on
her list. that she forgot everything
else: lost In the remembrance OF hel
simple happy life. before her father
had died and Jim Patterson had gone
away. Jim had como to sec her q
naturally % the morning sun shone
into the kitchen window. but--well
Jim had gone to the city to advance
HE fortunes. Jim had written. bu'
bic letters were not bit like Jim
and finally she had stopped answer
Ing them, not because she had ceased
to care, but because she cared toe
much and felt too proud to continue
what seemed to her to be a one-sidec
correspondence. Mandy's face flush
ed. and she peeled the potatoes fierce
", flung them into their rinsing witt
splash that splattered the water ovel
her face and on to the clean flool
beside her
well. for the mercys sake, Mand!
Harrison" chided voice from thu
doorway. what spite you got agains
those potatoes! The way you're pun
ishing them. one would think you'd
mortal grudge against them" Good
fat Mrs. Morris rolled into the kitch
en-, drew a chair near the egg crate
sat down and lifted her basket to he
ample lap.
i've just got fit Of the tantrun
grumps." Mandy explained lucidly.
You've been crying" Mrs Morris
accused aghast. for she had neve
seen the brave. high-spirited Mand,
cry. You've never made a fus
about anything"
I'm not crying-it's just the waite
splashed into my face" Mandy retort
ed, plungiug the potatoes into the ket
tie ~ boiling water with a dash.
Mrs. Morris. noting the sursing col
or In the girls cheeks. shifted he
gaze to the basket she held. SAYING
gently. I'm wondering. Mandy. IL /
isn't about time you'll he shipping
crate Of eggs. I've few here don
know what to do with. Mess you'll
let me tuck them into Your box here
You can help me with my new dress
Mandy"
III help you with your dress.
Mandy responded warmly. bat yo
Just trade your eggs ont for groceries
| ship mine because | just have 1
have the money TO pay my install
ments. If ever do get things paid
I'll never gel anything more tia
way-though it has been awful gee
Of the trades people TO let NE pay b
Titles; but there's never cent ahea
-never!"
There will be-" Mrs Morris a.
sured comfortably. Now I'm to
penurious TO pay for cutting my dress
, so I'll just slip these eggs into tn