The Morgan City daily review. (Morgan City, La.) 1916-1920, 1916-12-28
[ THE SOLICITOR
BY LOUISE OLIVER.

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Ferdinand Weigel put down the slol
pals and turned around.
Carrie, breathless and flushed from
running, put her hand to her throat
"Say, dad, you're awful deaf. rv'
been calm and callin'."
"Hey? Well. what is it? Cribbse:
want to borrow the mare again? Tel
them to walk to town. They lamed
her last time"
mo, dad, it amt Cribbses after the
mare. It's Sam Harms He's back from
the city and he's solicitin'."
"What?"
"He's solicitin'."
"What's that? After somethin'?"
/ swell, sort of. You come on down
to the house, won't you, and talk to
Sam? It's about new buildin' in
town. He's all dressed up and sittin'
on the front porch. Hurry up an
come on, dad"
"All right, I'll be down."
when did you come back to town,
Sam" Carrie, in her Bingham dress,
with white collar and cuffs and a
dress-up apron, was very pretty. Her
hair, corn-colored and wavy, touched
off complexion of roses and cream
that reminded Sam Of the big bisque
dolls In the city windows. Her eyes,
with their long, dark lashes. were big
and very deep gray.
Il came back last Tuesday. Pm rum
ming the campaign"
Campaign! Oh, are you trying to
be elected?"
Sam laughed. mo, it's not politics.
I'm an organizer. That's man who
takes charge Of things and makes
things come that nobody else win
bother with. When a town wants a
new library or hospital or chamber Of
commerce building, they send for me.
Then I roll up my sleeves and go to
work. The old town here wants q
library, SO that's why came back, to
get them what they wanted. Oh, I'm
the man that put the g in get, all
right. We're after fifty thousand dol.
lars"
Carries eyes were big. rs that
what you're solicitin' for?"
eyes,"
HE won't give much"
''You just wait and see. I'm after
hundred dollars"
"Goodness!" Her eyes widened. +
"Why, he won't give me and ma
enough money for q new hat"
"But won't it be fine to have q
library in town."
II wouldn't know what l. do with
it."
"Why get books and read them.
too; and all sorts Of things.
A pretty girl like you want; to know
. lot, Carrie"
II know enough. / can bake the
best angel food Of any girl in Clark
county,"
"All right Maybe you can. but I'll {
bet you don't know who Shakespeare's
contemporaries were."
"What did you say?" she asked be- =,
vildered. "Oh. here's dad now"
Sam began instantly. II came to '
,et your subscription to the new
library, Mr.. Weigel. You've heard G
bout 1t, I suppose. Let me see, we've I
tut you down for a hundred dollars" !.
"What?" cried the old farmer. "I'n
re hamjugged if will" He pushed :
ack his chair, crossed his knees and
umbled awkwardly for his pipe. s
What's the darned thing for?' o
"A library for the county. Books, "
GU know. Books" And then Sam
ave dissertation on the blessings
a library in tone calculated to V
aiken the mummies in Egypt. c.
And he got the hundred. W
"Goodby, SAM" said Carrie, putting
er hand to her smooth, snowy throat.
"Goodby, Carrie" said Sam, and "
len in a tone which Egyptian num- C
lies could never have heard he leaned d
orward and said, "I've learned to
now what beauty is since I've been vi
way, Carrie, and you're the loveliest cc
ing I've seen in that line ever" He :.
'essed her hand gently-and was '"
me.
A year passed. Ferdinand Weigel eli
as going for the cows one day when 70
arrie called, dad, oh Dadw :,
The old man turned. "Hey7 Well.
hat is it? Cribbses want to" ,
mo, it isn't the Cribbses, dad. It's on
m Harms. He wants to see you" al
wants me to build another library. CO
es he? Well, tell him to 20 and
k to the chickens. I'm busy. What's
want?"
Il don't know" Carrie smiled and
npled. HE said to tell you he's
letting" Carrie had picked up on We
G's since reading books from the of
rary, and she had found out lust 20.
lat "Shapespeare's contemporaries"
ant.
At the head of the hill Carrie and raj
father met Sam, who came up ers
,rgetic. irresponsible, smiling. The ing
man had to acknowledge that his
ltor was splendid looking, but new. mi
heless he retained his scow1. ,,,b
How do you do, Mr.. Weigel?" said ov,
n. Dlpa ga nt1v holdinr ont hi. L.s