The Socialist press., 1914-06-20
CAME FROM FARM
Utility Girl Was Also From coun- try, and Became Wife of
 Good Customer.
By sUSANNE GLENN.

hats that needed altering, or chang ing the length of garments.
 Lucy did not often get chance to wait on customers. Her face was too thin and colorless to be pretty, and she wore unlovely, serviceaple dresses; Madam liked to have every thing in her establishment exqulslteiy sweet and attractive. But Lucy did not complain. Sne was only too thankful for the sltua- tion as it stood, and wondered why Madame kept her at all. She was too modest to realize the value Of her painstaking service. She was thankful, to, for her mis- erable little hallbedroom, because she had always been able to keep her room to herself.
 But even with this fund of thank fitness" at her command, Lucy would have had hard time if 1t had not been for her dreams! When the back room or the hall bedroom became insufferably hot and breathless, she dreamed about the green grass, the waving trees, the re- freshing breezes of her beloved coun- try where she had spent early years of her life.
 When the rumble of drays and the crash of cars made her head throb, she dreamed of the drowsy afternoons filled with the droning of bees and crickets, and the croaking of frogs at twilight.
 When her fingers were blue with cold, she dreamed of the cracking of fragrant wood fires and the warmth of yellow lamplight.
 Then, quite unexpectedly one day, a new impetus was added to them. She was standing near the front door wait ing for dress that needed altering, when man entered and looked about uncertainty.
 The face above his neat, white col lar was ruddy from sun and wind, with a white band across the fore head where his hat gave protection. Everything about him, from his fine, steady eyes to his easy, plain suit of gray wool spoke to Lucy of the coun- try, and when their eyes met, she smiled unconsciously. as upon a friend.
 Gan you wait on me?' inquired the man, stepping forward.
 One of the other girls will know more about things" suggested Lucy, modestly.
 But l prefer you" he smiled You see, I'm not just sure what I do want, and I know you will not laugh at me- It may seem ridiculous, but do you know 1t is very disconcerting to be laughed at under such cir cumstances?"
 T promise you not to laugh" said Lucy. Now tell me what you wish
 All sorts of things for baby a year old. Yes. everything, he seems to be about out of everything. Yes. he lives in the country, and needs just everyday things, you know. And not too many white things-his moth CT is pretty busy!"
 Lucy smiled, and made suggestions. The man bought lavishly.
 There, I think that will do," he agreed at last. q never would have thought about his outgrowing them. Now, couple of suits for dress-up, and guess it will do. Never had Lucy made up a box with greater care. She almost felt like crawling under the cover herself for the sake of getting back to the country.
 That evening she was happy think ing about the baby with his store of new things. The autumn wind that rattled the loose frame of her win the chimney before which the mother would be trying on the little gar ments.
 To Lucy's delight, the man came again to Madame Lorimer's. She was l in the back room bent almost double | over bit of dark sewing in the dim | autumn afternoon, but he asked for | her, and Madame called her, we'll | pleased. Tt is the little girl this time," he said. She Is four years old and rath- CT small for her age. I wanted to bring her along. but her mother thought it was too cold. came to you again, because you did so well by me before-the, little fellow has looked as fine as king all winter!"
 Lucy flushed with pleasure and ex. citement while she picked out sensi. ble little rompers and gingham frocks and stout stockings, followed by the dainty white frocks and frilly petit coats dear to every chAd's heart. You had better tell me your name ' suggested the man, as he prepared to leave. I'm liable to have to come again. and I'd like to know whom to