The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1915-12-24

tel till about noon and then strollcd
along the pretty main street or the
peaceful town, more for the sake On
| exercise than with any investigatory
spirit just then.
A church ended it's services and tho
attendants were dispensing as no
| neared it. Farmers from distance
were driving off in wagons and anti
quated Surveys. Two ladies had just
been helped into an old-fashioL ed
phaeton. The weather was quite crisp
and chilly. AS the elder OF the tEo
ladies took her place she drew t'ut
from under the seat cushion shawl.
A Paisley shawl! And having O
white center and "curlicues," and q
fringe! Wallace Briefly sprang into
action as if shot from gun, but tao
phaeton had started up. Before no
could overtake it the rig had turned
a corner and was lost to view, corA-
mingled with other vehicles.
THAT phaeton!" he painted, rushing
up to the man who had helped thu
ladies into the vehicle-"the lady WITH
the Paisley shawl"
The man whose arm he had seized
in his fervor of urgent excitement
stared at his wild-eyed, breathless ia
terlocutor in profound surprise.
why, yes" he spoke slowly, Mr.
Esmond and her daughter"
"Do-do they live in story and a
half house-painted Yellow" bolteI
ont MO- fup,ultnoncly
They do, one mile down the road.
where you saw them turn" was ths
rejoinder, and then the informapS
found himself alone, staring marvel
ingly after the erratic Wallace, who
had dashed away forthwith.
Mrs. Mary Esmond, widow, and hes
daughter, Leila, pretty as a picture.
were quite astonished half an hour
later to be cvertaken, just as they
were putting up the old family horse,
ty the GREATNESS, perspiring Wallace
Briefly. He apOlogized for his urgeni
cy-"one story and a half house,
painted yellow Paisley shawl
did they remember fevered, hun.
gered tramp who had fallen at their
doorstep such and such q. length Of
time back?
why, yes, the poor follow!" replied
Mrs. Esmond. HE made me think Of
my dead sen. / put out his old over.
coat for our unfortunate guest. The
next morning he was gone"
And often since l have hoped it
kept him warm, and that he found
home and friends spoke Leila Es-
m0nd, and Wallace Briefly, reverence
ing her fer her gentle pity for a be.
loved brother, thought her face wore
the divine glory OF scme angel.
"He was my only brother" spoke
Wallace. HE left his old coat behind
him here"
1T is in the attic now" explained
Leila. There were some papers in it.
They here no address, so l placed
them carefully away, thinking that
maybe some day they might be
claimed"
Il claim them now," said Wallace in
tone of deep gratitude and satisfac-
ton. They mean to my poor, mis-
guided brother and myself q new,
grand start in life. after many bad
mistakes"
They restored the papers and made
him stay to dinner. He would never
forget that peaceful enjoyable after
noon. He babe them farewell with a
full heart.
Three weeks later Wallace Briefly
called Unexpectedly at the Esmond
home. He had learned of q mortgage
on the place. of the worthiness of the
owner of the Paisley shawl. He
brought to her present in ready cash
that would free her home from debt.
And then he found it hard to get
away. Leila was the loadstone that
lured him to delay, and then to con-
fession OF love.
1t was a quiet ceremony, their wed.
ding, and as the happy pair started
off on their honeymoon Wallace Bri-
erly insisted that his bride wear the
Paisley shawl