The Devils Lake world and inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, N.D.) 1915-1920, 1915-04-01

h"AS' AiCi. SllC 'Niltt Suiik.t, NOu
must take the hat home and do it your
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 8 O'clock" she insisted. 81
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. 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 I wished
to tell you. Miss Claire's hat may be
trimmed in my time here before you
leave the store. You understand"
Fol a moment the girls eyes met
hers, oddly shining. Eyes, 1 think I
understand" she replied. Then with a
little shaky laugh Peggy took the old
hat up again. II 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 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.
Not readyF 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 ii special messenger.
THE box cannot be for me-" she re-
iterated, but the boy repeated the ad'
dress. Miss Peggy May, II Poplar
street." he read c%onvincingly. And in its
bed Of green tissue nestled a bunch OF
fragrant violets, matching exactly tht
false one 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 was atune with the morn
ing AS she walked down the lon!
church, aisle, and when. she had seatet
herself. Peggy's eager eyes sought GU
the face of Lillian Claire. Yes. tn
Easter hat in all its glory rested. upol
Lillian's blond head, but no weary
white faced girl had passed the nigh
hours in its trimming. Peggy breathe,
a sigh of content while the softene'
light Of a colored window fell upol
the upturned face beneath the knot o
violets.
A broad shouldered man in a lon
neglected family pew thought it tn
very sweetest face that he had eve
seen, but Peggy, meeting the stead
fast gaze of earnest brown eyes. faile
to find therein resemblance to a Gel
tain pair Of merry eyes which ha
Knocked at her print pinafores. Afte
service she fingered a moment, looA
ing back like some small pariah at th
chip young people assembled abou
the returned celebrity. But her flee
ing resentment vanished as she cam
out again into the sunshine. Up f!o1
the common came the sounds an
scents of spring, and as Peggy hurrie
on a quick step sounded behind her.
Pardon" called a mans pleasar
voice; shave you forgotten an old pla,
fellow. OH, Miss Peggy May?
Grayely Peggy extended her hant
IT should have forgotten" she answe
ed frankly, had we not heard $
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