The log cabin Democrat., 1916-04-11
HER FRESHMAN By LOUISE OLIVER.

room-she was so tired.
 off came the hat with jerk. The poor little stick-up got vicious tug and was flung across the room and out of the window. 'I hate hats! I've sorted feathers today till I'm full of them. I eat them, breathe them, ugh I can't even look at bird. And I'm hungry"
 The contents of several paper bags did not look inviting-crackers in one, stale rolls in another and some old ap- ples with wrinkles. She sighed. T wish l had some of mothers waffles and chicken, and some corn pudding and caramel sweet potatoes and choc- olate cake and custard pie and"
 Some griddlecakes and country sausage and apple dumplings and" The masculine voice stopped Clara Jane turned and stared open-mouthed at the unexpected person in the door way. He evidently encouraged confi- dence, for she answered sadly: I've nothing left to remind me of home but my name. l hang on to every inch of it."
 But you cant eat that" said the man Its awful to be hungry"
 How did you get here?"
 This came out of the window. I looked up and saw no one. l rang the bell A fat woman answered it. 1 handed this in. She said instantly: It's Miss Amherst's. You take it up'"
 For goodness sake. don't ask thanks for that hate it. threw it out I never want to see feather. I work with them all day
 Now I must go. But, say, will you do something for me? I'm going to a party and my only pair of gloves need mending Do you think you could put in stitch?"
 Yes, indeed, I'll be glad to-
 Then I'll be going by in fifteen min utes. l can't come up. Have you anything you can let down?"
 "Ill tie string to my hat"
 But when they are done. what will you do?"
 When they're done Oh, I'll just whistle"
 Fifteen minutes later Clara Jane drew up the hat, basketlike, containing large paper parcel that smeled de- lici.us when opened.
 Sausages, a soft-shelled crab, a baked potato, hot rolls, butter, mar malade and cake from nearby res taurant. I'll have to eat"
 So she did-even the potato skin Then she waited for the whistle all evening, but none came and she was glad of it after all She was begin ming to like her Irishman.
 Clara Jane awoke with the birds. country fashion, put an old buckle on her hat where the feather thing had been and drank some coffee made over the gas jet Then she went to work.
 Her particular department of the big store was feathers. T hate to go in,'' she protested as she tied on her apron. Il wonder if they won't give me roses and flowers instead. That's the floor above and it would be change of scene as well as occupation. If ever get into the trimming department I'll know the millennium has come,"
 T think it's here" said a voice sus- piciously like the Irishmans.
 She was talking aloud and didn't know it. It came from loneliness.
 Clara Jane turned and confirmed the suspicion. Where are the gloves I was to mend?"
 His face fell q forgot all about them"
 You told story"
 "A downright black lie It's terrible sorry 1 am"
 You don't look it. Anyway you are forgiven"
 Thank heaven!"
 "The crab was fine"
 "Yes'm!"
 And the sausages were better" "Yes'ml"
 Don't say that again. And the po- tatoes and rolls and all the rest of the stuff were delicious! It saved my life" She bent her arm. I'm as strong as Samson this morning. I could pluck an ostrich, much as 1 hate feathers"
 Il came to see about it."
 About what?"
 Giving you another position. This is my store, Miss Lady-From-t he Coun- try y-Who-Needs-All-H Her Name"
 My name is Clara Jane Amherst I suppose you are MT. Terry if you own the store"
 You don't seem much impressed!"
 I'm not. hate the old place Any way I'd rather work with the flowers"
 Wont anything else do?" Well, cant starve, so I can't leave. If you order me to the cellar to shovel coal I'll have to go."
 Worse than that. I'm going to or der you out of the store and into my house, if you'll go. I never wanted wife until yesterday and she intro duced herself by throwing things at