The Morgan City daily review. (Morgan City, La.) 1916-1920, 1917-08-23
1T WAS Different
BY LOUISE OLIVER.

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Margaret left the girls at the corne
and cut across lots to her own house
1t was lovely, soft spring night witt
moon, and the perfume of a million
blossoms.
Her thoughts were busy. She wa:
thinking Of the film she had just seer
! at the moving picture theater, of pool
rebellious little Maggie Tulliver. How
, like Maggie she was herself, SHE
! thought, impulsive,. loving, misunder
stood, and always in trouble through
no fault Of her own.
Just now she wanted to do something
that seemed to find nothing but ridi
Guile from the people at home. She
wanted to have q fresh-air camp fol
! children down on the lake where they
could play and wade and frolic all sum
mer.
But, Peggy, DEAR" her aunt had ex'
postulated, there is lovely big home
for little city children up on the hill
Wen, there are more children IL
town, aren't thereT
But that isn't it, dear. You dom,
understand. It would take hundreds Of
dollars and many people to do the
work. There would be washing and
ironing and cooking and dish washing
and bed making. It wouldn't be ali
play. And the lake Is full Of malaria
and they'd all be sick and maybe some
Of them would die. Then whatT'
~Get some more" said Margaret, moi
to be discouraged.
mo, dear, 1t isn't possible. You1
have to get over this notion just as you
got over wanting to be an aviator, and
missionary md all the other things
You'll ind your calling some day, I'm
sure, and in the meantime just try to
be contented with Uncle Ben and me
and be your own little sweet SELF"
Margaret still thinking sympathetic
cally Of Maggie. crossed the smooth,
naoonlit lawns. I'm Just as sure as
can be-" she declared, "that by finding
my calling some day, Aunt Emma
means that I'll get married. And that
is the one thing on earth I won't do.
consider 1t weak-minded, this marry
Ing business. when there are so many
real things to do in the world"
The soft grass and shrubs concealed
her approach, and, as she went lightly
up the side steps Of the porch, she
heard voices around front Evidently
no one knew she had come, for the
talking went on. She tiptoed to the
dining room door, opened the screen
and went in. Even this hot place Is
better than sitting out there and being
told that I ought to get married. I'll
just have saucer Of strawberries and
cream and then 60 to bed"
She went back to the icebox. got the
berries and switched off the light. Then
she stepped out into the inviting cool
ness Of the garden.
Hello" said masculine voice from
the swing.
Hello" answered Margaret sur
prised. Il thought Katrina had gone
out. Excuse mel" And she prepared
to depart.
Don't go!'' said the voice. IT don't
know who Katrina is, but she's not
here. There is just me-only IL mean
to say, only am present"
"Who are you? I have habit Of
being particular about my friends
Were you about to break in? Perhaps
you have the fiat silver about YOU
now! ~
81 don't believe I can talk much, my
mouths watering so at the smell OF
those strawberries"
"Just wait minute and I'll get you
some"
She was back in an instant, this time
leaving on the kitchen light. She want.
ed to see what her vis-a-vis looked like.
She was agreeably surprised to find
as he sprang forward to hold the door
that ne was tall. slender, young and
nicely and quietly dressed, and his face
her completely.
She settled herself in the swing and
he sat down beside her.
"Well?" she asked. "Am I to have
the story"
There's nothing to it-except that
I'm misunderstood"
"How interestingly" exclaimed Mar.
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