Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1913-12-19

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played with them ana yet was not q
them. From the porch she watched
them milking . lean-hipped heller
which they had aroused. standing with
their bare feet In the steam Of her bed
70 evoid the frosty grass. Knute shiv-
cred In his cotton shirt: above the
oingsong Of the milking his chatter
ing voice retorted to Peter:
Jaw. Aurelie, she amt a-goin' to got
stuck up! She'll come cut and 60 rab-
bit huntin' with u fellers even if she
does get her picture In the paper"
Later she went past him In the yard,
dressed In her best gown. . cheap fan
tasttc circlet Of brass In her hair which
Uncle Michigan had given her years
ssS ne ans to ea ssl pride. Tss. The : rs; scy so g.i sss
their friendly derislon q her hnery.
From the porch Mrs. Lindstrom whined
her fright. She wa clean upset" BY
Aurelie's fortune. But maybe It meant
. job. Lord knows We need IT. John
laid up with his arm. and Albert not
got q job In the News efacA but Lord
knows what would happen to . girl
who got her name In the paper" She
smiled on TO tho neighbor woman, and
Aurelie marched on with vast pride.
Not all the beauty Of the October sun
level from the hills against the nligree
Of Ct, red dr., and . =! so'd Oh hung Ss.. .ss Inst the HELM elm
Of the cities. Lord knows. Aurelie'll
get W all IN tho papers. Amt my man
had enough hard luck without this?"
Aurelie went on, . olender scarlet
figure on tho leaf-carpetod creek road.
She wilfully passed the bridge to cross
sinsinawa on the mossy stones amons
the rushing water, A red squirrel scold-
ed her from the willows and she
charged him laughingly. her breath
quick In the keen air. her Oyeo bright
with delightful freedom. And while the
squirrel barked his INDIGNATION from Q
safe tree. she laughed again, aAd then
suddenly remembered that she was try
against It with al her pride.
When she came 20 the neat houses
Of High street the eyeo of early house.
wives, airing their rugs. caught her
g1psy figure: they Whispered 70 the
household, and noses dAttened against
despite Mr.. Curran's ebert 70 held the
story for the Sunday paper. the town
was buxsing With Aurete Lindstrem's
notoriety. Il was aghA0t, Il was In
credulous: but when she pAeeed Il Yan
to nee and whispered, When she noarod
the squaro and passed Q 0hop where the
cheerful anvils rang. she vas conscious
came out Of the blue base In their
leather aprons to stare after her. and
when q farm wagon came lonG. heap0d
with frosted corn, tho hired ma hailed
her. and when she passed 3 Hub
G .asa'ns .to,s. = d.pp: g, clerk I cs stss.
clerks ana the proprietor gathered open
Ia Whl1DoT.
She set her shoulders straighter and
marched on into the News office. The
editor arose hastily and stared at her.
Then he sighed and came to her With
his hand out. "Aurelie, I Q Il noW!S
''what?'' she asked i~nnocently.
''The beauty winner! Oh. we're Q lot
Of chumps around this old town: Here
you grew up among us and nobody ever
suspected. You're the most beautiful
girl I eve saw"
She sat down perplexedly. Jim Mlms.
the tramp printer. toothless and whisky
Aleck, tho press boy. stopped his work.
Rube Van Hart, the broken down ball
player. stufing old papers into the
stove, lifted his derby awkwardly:
informing, Aurelte."
All the world seemed radiant with
and refused ia drop It. His eyes were
bright with eagerness.
fright here in my old shop" he said.
''is Cinderella" q
she looked seriously at him. She had
never known anybody like Wiley =.
Curran. He seemed like . man who
had produced . miracle when he mere-
~ meant to knock out shis pipe. There
sc was, the sparks new. and the fairy
stood on tin toes smiling st him. An
|Irishman had to believe In them.
Miss Cinderella" went On Cufran.