Norwich bulletin., 1917-04-24
THE AWAKENING

Raining again. Oh desrt vii 1t ever stopT whined Peggy, the Defted and spoiled child of Rawson Murray. as she sat in bed eating her breakfast, which her good mother had just brought up to her.
 Pretty as 6 picture was Peggy, with her Dig brown eyes and huffy auburn hair; but that pretty head was Hiled
 s nssex os ns s one .n sss for workT' she asked of her nlothef. Why, sny dearS answered her mother. Fathers been gone three hours and a., more. r, Don't you know # is
 -Gonet, exclaimed Peggy. Why in the world didn't he let me know that he was going7 He ought to have known that wanted him to mail that letter Tor me- and I'm sure can't go out in
 why Peggy did you tell father last night that you had something for him to mall this mornfngT
 No, of course4 not; but he should have come and asked me-
 You know, dear, that father leaves pretty early for work, and he wouldn't wake you unless you had asked him to. Now, don't fret about the letter. dear: I'll take it to the postof1ce my
 Well. I wish you would mother, for It simply must go today, as cousin
 
 day. and I don't want to disapoinf her.
 '-As Mrs. Murray left the room Peg. gy crawled out of bed and slipped into over to the window, she stood there watching the hustle and hustle of the busy street below. From the window she could see the smoke curling up rom the mill where her father was employed, working from early in the morning until late at night for the petty salary of SIS per week.
 We'll said Peggy, with a sigh of ciscontent. have got to stay in the house again afl day I suppose Don't know what I shall do; haven't a de- cent book to read. even. Nothing to do but play the piano, I guess The piano being birthday gift from her parents and the cause of her father working so late nights
 As she stood dreamily looking out slde commotion in the street caused her to remark, .T guess a horse has fatlen down., and she turned from the as she looked in the mirror for tlie touch she heard the door bell ring. Starting slowly downstairs. she had not reached the foot of the stairs loudly.
 Why doesn't mother answer that bell. I wonder?'
 Another frantic peal of the bell and SSa~ AStSSh WS1l to the door. A policeman stood at the front of fine steps helping two men take a stretch CT from an ambulance, on which was 8 woman's body.
 What is the matter?" asked Peg
 "A lady run over by a cab in rr,nt Of the postofiice." replied the offscer as tine men came up the steps, ..Sax.s she lives here"
 "oh, its my mother." exclaimed FegEy, What shall I dor'
 They sent for Mir. Murray at the mil. who came hurrying home, The doctor told him it was nothing serions put that she had been badly shaken up,
 Poor little woman" said MT. Nur- ray. what was she doing out in the rain, anyhow, Peggy"'
 fegEy left the room without renly- lng, Little did he know that had ii not been for Peggy the accident would not have happened,
 Two weeks later, at : o'clock ATr Morray had just arrived home from ais work. AS he opened the door hc heard Peggy humming a tune and ourrytng around the kitchen. from which came a savory odor
 Hello. father, You're just in time | Supper Is all ready"
 Wy 1t certainly smells good Per SE dear, I guess you've been pretty busy, haven't youe''
 Not nearly so busy as mother is |