Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1915-09-24

freely to you-but I'm SO happy. The
hard work? Oh. look at my hands"
She showed two miniature palms that
were slightly calloused. "Golfing," she
smiled. Il love to golf. l know |
won't golf in the country-but
won't mind that a Bit"
She stopped talking suddenly. A
reporter asked the question:
Are you engaged?"
Mary Smith didn't answer for a mo-
ment. Then she smiled again and
said. Perhaps" A volley of questions
followed. What about him?" What
will he say?" will you be able to
leave him." To all of which Mary
Smith said, mo. He won't mind. He'll
wait-perhaps. l don't want to get
married. A girl shouldn't marry until
she is twenty-eight think"
Perhaps you are leaving because Of
this romance" was suggested
But Mary Smith smiled again. per
haps have romance" she said. her
eyes gazing intently at her questioner.
But there Is no romance like home.
To have a home to 60 to"
What about one of your OWN"
Il was saying" persisted Mary
Smith, ito have home-and two peo-
pie in the world happy because you
are there-that's the greatest TO-
nance"
They'll Like Her, Says Official.
Mark Crawford of the United States
bureau beckoned her
aside.
They'll like you all right" he said
Mary Smith stopped in the door of
the Office.
I'm not beaten" she said. Il could
90 on working forever at my type
writer and riding downtown every
The city isn't horrible-if
you live in 1t with people you love-
but I've always wanted a home"
She laughed in a quick, happy voice.
And now I've got one" She vanished
through the door.
Il bet she's got broken heart" said
,ne Of the attendants.
Il bet it's because of some man."
said another.
And Mark Crawford sat down to
write in the records-Miss Mary
Smith. orphan. twenty-four years old;
blue eyes. yellow hair; sound physical
condition; excellent spirits; good
'oice; likes horses; willing to work
provided with a home by the United
States government"
OF for the Farm.
A night or two later a girl with a
yreen veil tied under chin and a white
'weater drawn tightly about her frail
'elf, peered expectantly from a c.. B. !
I @. train. Her only luggage was a
'ulging paper box held together with |
! leather strap.
She was Miss Mary Smith. Aunt |
1ouisa's girl" She came to take up
Ter duties as daughter to Mr.. and
hrs. James w. Pankhurst.
F. N. Vaughan, the mayor of Am
10Y. who also is the president of the |
first National bank. and his wife !
we're waiting in their automobile to |
AXE Miss Smith to her new home.
lpon the request Of Mr.. Pankhurst
The handed the mayor a letter of in.
reduction along with her paper box.
Il hurried of without any trunk"
he said. ito avoid reporters"
Reporters on Trail.
A reporter just then climbed into
be car as guest.
Il believe yet two reporters are be-
ind u.s." said Miss Smith. Il was very
isgusted with what some of the re-
orters made me say. like the fresh
ountry air again"
Six miles to Temperance Hill, how
yer. were traversed without enthusi-
SIN. but there was plenty of it at the
ONE Of the Pankhursts. The shades
Iere up. and there was a light in
very room. Supper was ready on the
able for her home coming. Aunt Lou.
'a's white apron stood out in the
arkness. the only spot Of color. fol.