The Lamar register., 1916-01-12


Then he happened to call on Miss Eva
Briggs. She was a close friend of
Grace's, that was why Lyndon liked
her.
He was glad to listen to her warm
praises OF her dear chum. She told
him how Grace was at the head of the
society that was arranging to provide
free ice all summer to the poor fami-
lies living over on the fats.
I'm in on that" declared Lyndon.
and he promptly donated a hundred
dollars. When he got home he found
he mad inadvertently slipped into his
pocket a list Miss Briggs had showed
him OF over fifty families in the poor
section of the town where the head of
the household was out OF work and
where help was sorely needed. In
each instance there was an infant
whose comfort could be increased by
regular supply OF ice to preserve milk
and other necessaries during the hot
spell
Lyndon was about to hasten back
with the list when a great idea came
into his head. He laughed in a jolly
way as he formed a speedy plan. Its
first step was to copy the list. The
next morning ne returned the original
to its owner. Then he proceeded down
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, a 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. TN
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 a 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 vel
coined this cooperation, but naturally
were curious and speculative.
One afternoon Grace was retiring
from visit to a sick family at the.
fats. Half a mile of bleak prairie
separated the section from the built
up portion of the town. 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
a quick dash Tor shelter back at the
fats. when. coming from its direction
in the driving rain she made out the
mysterious milk wagon that had been
the cause of 50 much curiosity and
comment among her fellow workers.
She was gratified at an opportunity to
view in person the generous hearted
almoner who was cooperating with
them in their charity work. as the
driver halted the vehicle with the
gruff hail,
Jump in lady-In 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
shock and a crash. One wheel had
struck a rut, and the vehicle tipped to ]
one side with force that flung her
violently against the dashboard.
OH Are you hurt?" cried Lyndon |.
apprehensively. 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" she voiced, and smiled.
That's right" nodded Lyndon. re-
moving his disguise. Anything wrong
with it? | hoped to please you and I.
do good at the same time. After this /.
ten per cent OF my income goes to
charity and furthar Ifrn s,nf,--r n h,,, ]