Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-04-02

must take the hat home and do it your
self after hours. We close late Sat
urday night. Miss Claire. Would 1t be
satisfactory to have the hat delivered
special Sunday morning?" The val
ued customer bowed.
Before 8 O'clock she insisted. IL
shall depend upon YOU" Briskly ma
dame turned away. while Peggy. with
cheeks burning deeper than the pinkest
plume, laid a OBTAINING hand on the
young clerks arm. Ap~prehensively 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 | wished
to tell you. Miss Claire's hat may be
trimmed in my time here before you
leave the store. You understand
For a moment the girls eyes met
hers, oddly shining. Yes, l think l
understand she replied. Then with a
little shaky laugh Peggy took the old
hat up again. Il will have to do some
thing to this" she explained. 1T 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 yiolets, fastening
them with def fingers against the gray
felt brim.
1t was with an apologize feeling
akin to madame's that Peggy APP
preached her tiny home. Mother would
be desperately disappointed.
Not ready?' she cried in dismay as
Peggy opened the door. The girl slow
" 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.
lie MS hope it may rain on Sun
day." she said.
But there was III rain. Indeed, the
spring month seemed to have borrow
ell a day from the coming summer,
and Peggy stood on the porch steps
and sighed. THAT provoking old sur
is bound to reveal all my shabblness,"
she told her mother, and her eyes
widened at the unaccustomed appear
ance of IA special messenger.
THE box cannot be for me-" she re-
iterated, but the boy repeated the ad-
dress. Miss Peggy May. u Poplar
street" he read convincingly. And in it's
bed of green tissue nestled a bunch of
fragrant ~violets, matching exactly the
false ones of her hat. With trembling,
joyous fingers Peggy pinned them close
against the lapel of her faded coat.
"Oh, who could have done such a love
ly thing?" she cried.
Her heart vas atune with the morn
ing as she walked down the long
church aisle, and when she had seated
herself Peggy's eager yes sought out
the face of Lillian Claire. Yes, the
Easter hat in all its glory rested upon
Lillian's blond head, but no weary,
white faced girl had passed the night
hours in its trimming. Peggy breathed
a sigh of content while the softened
light of a colored window fell upon
the upturned face beneath the knot of
violets.
A broad shouldered man in a long
neglected family pew thought it the
very sweetest face that he had ever
seen, but Peggy, meeting the stead
fast gaze of earnest brown eyes, failed
to find therein resemblance to a GER
tain pair of merry eyes which had
Knocked at her print pinafores. After
service she fingered a moment, look
Ing back like some small pariah at the
"hilr' young people assembled about
the returned celebrity. But her fleet
ing resentment vanished as she came
out again into the sunshine. Up from
the common came the sounds and
scents of spring. and as Peggy hurried
on a quick step sounded behind her.
Pardon" called a mans pleasant
voice; have you forgotten an old play
fellow. oh. Miss Peggy Mayo"
Gravely Peggy extended her hand
81 should have forgotten" she answer
ed frankly, 'had we not heard So