Tombstone epitaph., 1915-12-12

to the addresses given on the list.
Lyndon wound up a dolorous route
at noon. His experience had made
him serious-more than that, pitiful
He had never faced such sordid dis
tress before. He was practical enough
to discern that the well-meant philan-
thropy OF the ladies' society was cir
cumscribed. They had little money to
go on. Ice was, indeed, blessing to
the novels OF the poor. but that did not
go far enough. 1t was the babies they
planned to reach.
And most of them had no milk to
keep cool" soliloquized Lyndon. III
fix that end of it, though"
And he did. thus: On a certain
morning each one OF the persons on
the ice list received a notice that
every morning and evening a milk
wagon would make the rounds of the
fiat. Eeach morning and evening a
quart OF pure fresh milk would be
left at their doors.
And. sure enough, the following day
this welcome distribution began. A
gruff bewhiskered driver, who did no
talking, began steady regular routine
of delivery and ailing babies ceased to
wall.
There was great rejoicing among
the denizens of the fats. The identity
of their generous almoner was un-
known. The driver of the milk wagon
had simply stated that he was "A
Good Fellow" The ladies' society
fiuttered and wondered They wei.
coined this cooperation, but naturally
were curious and speculative.
One afternoon Grace was retiring
from visit to a sick family at the
flats. Half a mile of bleak prairie
separated the section from the built,
up portion of the town. A great dash
OF rain overlook her. A fierce blast OF
wind turned her umbrella inside out
and tore it from her hand.
In dismay Grace was about to make
4 quick dash for shelter back at the
flats. when, coming from its direction
in the driving rain, she made out the
mysterious milk wagon that had been
the cause Of so much curiosity and
comment among her fellow workers
She was gratifled az an opportunity to
view in person the geneTous-hearted
almoner who was cooperating with
them in their charity work. as the
driver halted the vehicle with the
gruff hail:
Jump in. lady-Tll get you to
town
Then as Grace crowded to his side
he whipped up his horse. She was
trying to get clear glimpse OF the
bewhiskered face when there came a
shock and a crash. One wheel had
struck rut. and the vehicle tipped to
one side with force that flung her
violently against the dashboard.
"Oh. Are you hurt?" cried Lyndon
apPrehensiyely, grasping her in his
arms.
She stared at him strangely. The
accent Of his natural voice had be-
trayed Lyndon.
so you are the mysterious milk.
mani" che voiced, and smiled.
That's right" nodded Lyndon. re-
moving his disguise. Anything wrong
with it? l hoped TO please you and
do good at the same time. After this
ter per cent Of my income goes to
charity, and. further, I'm going to buy
and start up that old factory on the
fats, so as to give the unemployed
there something to do. We're stalled
here till the rain stops. Won't you
express your yiews?"
About WHAT" questioned Grace.
MY qualifying for your good opin-
ion"
You have always had that" assured
Grace.
Then why can't we go into q per-
manent partnership for fife?" insinu-
ated the daring wretch softly.
Why not, indeed? Love in a milk
wagon,-oddity or sentiment, as
Grace thought everything over and
glanced at the earnest, devoted young
fellow at her side, she made up her
mind-and Ward Lyndon happy,
Simple Subtraction.