The Harrison times., 1915-09-04

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, 81 love to golf. | know |
won't golf in the country-but |
won't mind that bit"
She stopped talking suddenly. A
reporter asked the question:
Are you engaged"
Mary Smith didn't answer for 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, "No. He won't mind. He'll
wait-perhaps. | 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 a romance" she said, her
eyes gazing intently at her questioner.
"But there is no romance like home.
| To have home to go to"
What about one of your own?"
81 was saying" persisted Mary
Smith, "to have a home-and two peo-
pie in the world happy because you
are there-that's the greatest ro-
nance"
They'll Like Her, Says Official.
Mark Crawford of the United States
immigration 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 "I could
go on working forever at my type
writer and riding downtown every
morning The city isn't horrible-if
you live in it with people you love-
but I've always wanted home"
She laughed in a quick, happy voice.
And now I've got one" She vanished
through the door.
81 bet she's got broken heart" said
one of the attendants.
81 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
voice; 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
green veil tied under chin and white
sweater drawn tightly about her frail
self, peered expectantly from c., b.
& Q. train Her only luggage was a
bulging paper box held together with
a leather strap,
She was Miss Mary Smith, Aunt
Louisa's girl" She came to take up
her duties as daughter to Mr.. and
Mrs. James w. Pankhurst
f. N Vaughan, the mayor OF Am
boy W., str rs & tt,r,55'Tpss!dent tr5 pss!dent os the
/ First National bank, and his wife
were waiting in their automobile tC
take Miss Smith to her new home
upon the request of Mr. PankhurSt
She handed the mayor letter of In
PRODUCTION along with her paper box
Il hurried off without any trunk,
she said, Ito avoid reporters
Reporters on Trail
A reporter just then climbed Int
the car rs q guest.
II believe yet two reporters are be
hind u.s." said Miss Smith 81 was very
disguised with what some Of the re
porters made me say. | like the fresh
country air again"
six miles to Temperance Hill, how
ever, we're traversed without enthusi
asm, but there was plenty Of II at the
home of the Pankhursts, The shades
were up, and there was light IN
every room. Supper was ready on The
table for her home coming Aunt Lou
isas white apron stood out In The
darkness, the only spot OF color, fol