Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1915-03-31
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self after hours. We close late Sat
urday night, Miss Claire. Would it be
satisfactory to have the hat delivered
special Sunday morning?" The val
ued customer bowed.
Before O'clock she insisted 'T
shall depend upon you" Briskly ma
dame turned away, while Peggy, with
cheeks burning deeper than the pinkest
plume, laid OBTAINING hand on the
young clerks arm. Apprehensively the
girl wheeled about
your hat is not ready, Miss May
she sighed, "but you will have it by
Sunday
IL don't want it for Sunday" Peg
gy burst out That is what 1 wished
to tell you. Miss Claire's hat may be
trimmed in my time here before you
leave the store You understands"
For a moment the girls eyes met
hers, oddly shining. Yes, 1 think 1
understand she replied. Then with
little shaky laugh Peggy took the old
hat up again. II will have to do some
thing to this she explained. ct is
necessary to remove the soiled plume
Still with that softened look upon her
face, the red haired girl held out a
bunch of realistic violets, fastening
them with deft fingers against the gray
felt brim.
1t was with an apologize feeling
akin to madame's that Peggy ap-
preached her tiny home. Mother would
be desperately disappointed.
mot ready?" she cried in dismay as
Peggy opened the door. The girl slow
ly removed her newly decorated mil
linery, gazing at it in open disapprov-
al; then with a sudden transforming
smile Peggy cast the hat from her.
Let US hope it may rain on Sun
day." she said.
But there was no rain. Indeed, the
spring month seemed to have borrow
ed a day from the coming summer,
: and Peggy stood on the porch steps
and sighed. THAT provoking old sun
is bound to reveal all my shabbiness,' -
she told her mother, and her eyes
widened at the unaccustomed appear
) ance of a special messenger.
1.-The box cannot be for me- she re
| iteTated, but the boy repeated the ad-
dress. Miss Peggy May, IL Poplar
: street" he read cOnvincingly. And in it's
n bed of green tissue nestled a bunch Of
5 fragrant saOlets, matching exactly the
a false ones Of her hat. With trembling,
! joyous fingers Peggy pinned them close
: against the lapel Of her faded coat.
ooh, who could have done such love
~ thing?" she cried.
Her heart was atune with the morn
:. ing as she walked down the long
O church aisle, and when she had seated
d herself Peggy's eager eyes sought out
the face of Lillian Claire Yes, the
Easter hat in all its glory rested upon
n Lillian's blond head. but no weary,
+ white faced girl had passed the night
hours in it's trimming. Peggy breathed
n 4 sigh of content while the softened
: light Of Il c0lOred window fell upon
= the upturned face beneath the knot of
viClets.
a A broad shOuldeTed man in q lone
:, neglected family pew thought it the
r very sweetest face that he had even
Il seen, but Peggy, meeting the stead
fast gaze of earnest brown eyes, failed
/ to find therein resemblance to q Ger
y
); Knocked at her print pinafOres. After
r service she fingered a moment, look
5 ing back like some small pariah at the
\ "hill'' young people assembled about
a the returned celebrity. But her fleet
:. ing resentment vanished as she came
:. out again into the sunshine. Up from
e the common came the sounds an(
scents of spring, and as Peggy hurried
- on a quick step sounded behind her.
n Pardon" called a mans pleasan
It voice; "have you forgotten an old play
d fellow, oh, Miss Peggy May?"
d Gravely Peggy extended her hand
e II should have forgotten" she answer
- ed frankly, had we not heard 81
n much of your coming. l wonder Mr.
: Clark, that you remember my name"
/, The man laughed. 81 will be al
5. honest as you," he replied Il nigh
have forgotten the name had l no
heard it repeated few days ago in
% millinery store" Impulsively he touch
l. ed the violets on her breast. II sen
IS you these" he said abruptly, ''hopin.
r, you would pardon the liberty Of an oil
IL friend"
Ia 81 am afraid" answered Pegg,
ID slowly, that l do not understand"
IS MAY l walk with you down tn
2, hfll?' he asked with becoming humil
ID ity, and side by side they fell int
step. 81 have been wanting to know
ID you," he went on, lever since that ola,
I'll In the millinery store. Yours was
le kind and considerate, a most unusua
20 deed. Seated screened behind tn
IS palms I could not help hearing al
IN that passed. You may know that m
at profession Of writing certain dull al
- ttcles carries me into many curiou
r. places on errands Of investigation,
e, millinery parlor at MONDAY perhaps O