The Winslow mail., 1917-04-06

Ada ticket" as he dubbed it and
the change for nickel. Ada entered
the show and sat down on a board
stretched across three kegs. About q
dozen children were riotously discuss.
ing what lay behind the shawl, tackled
up as a curtain before an improvised
stage.
Ada sat fumbling her ticket of ad-
mission in her nervous fingers. She
had no heart for entertainment or jOl-
lity. Her glance chanced to fall to the
ticket in question, reading: admit
One" Then as she turned 1t over she
uttered sharp cry, arose to her feet
and FASTENED outside. She sought out
her brother. To a gaping group of
urChins who stood outside the charmed
circle, bemoaning the lack of the
precious two cents that would admit
them to a wonderland of charm and
novelty, she pounced upon Tom.
He was dilating upon the program"
about to commence with true show
manlike fervor and exaggeration. She
checked him by clutching at his arm,
her face so pale, her eyes so glowing
that Tom stared, half frightened.
"TOm," she challenged sharply,
"where did you get the papers to max e
these tickets as you call them?"
'It was an old letter I found under
the hat rack" replied Tom, innocently.
Right near the shelf where the folks
put their letters to be mailed. I thought
someone had thrown it away"
Ada uttered positive groan. It was
unmaidenlilze, perhaps, but she could
not restrain the expression. The
cru1npled ticket clutched in her hand
she hurried from the garden. She was
glad to reach the wild stretch of woods
half mile distant. She reached the
river where the little skiff she often
used was beached.
"Oh, to be alone, all alone-to think,
just think. and cry my heart out !" she
mOaned, and once adrift she started to
do that, allowing the frail bark to drift
as it listed.
Alas for blurred sight and reckless
abandonment to grief! The boat
struck rock, overturned, and Ada
with a shock and scream went under
the surface of the water. Then
blank, and, finally restored conscious
ness, she opened her wondering eyes
to find herself lying on the grassy bank
OF the stream, mans coat folded up
under her head and it's owner kneeling
by her side, chafing her cold wet hands
and gazing anXiously upon her.
"I-I fell overheard" she uttered
family and then sat up and dumbly
stared at her rescuer-Arnold Leith.
81 was fortunate to be near at hand"
he spoke, a certain constraint In his
tones.
Ada was wavering from the fright
and shock of her misadventure. Some
thing in her face encouraged Arnold to
sit down beside her, his broad shoul-
ders half supporting her.
"When you feel little stronger" he
spoke 'you must let me help you
home"
"There-there is something to tell
you first" she said, and there she broke
down, covering her face with her
hands. Then she removed them, but
her eyes evaded his quick. eager
glance
"Today," she continued, and her
voice sank almost to whisper, "today
I went to a show"
He stared. Was she becoming deliri-
Gus? Ada was trembling. She had to
pause for moment
ITO show" she resumed, "and
bought ticket, and tit was one of
lot cut from letter / wrote and that
missed the -brother-mistake. It
should have gone to you"
He thrilled, even amid her incoher-
ency. Arnold caught hint of the
truth.
"Do you mean that an answer to
that letter of mine miscarried" he
asked, his soul in her eyes.
eyes, that was it, and"
Sand the letter said?"
She met his glance now. It was all
that was needed for in the depths of
those bonny blue eyes Arnold Leith
read love ineffable.