The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1917-09-06
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when Miss Martha shopped the occa-
| sion was as much of a ceremony as her
sewing. Nothing but the best would
| do.
The bits of lingerie that Miss Mar
tha's skillful fingers were carefully
| contrivlng were as fine as Thumbeline's
bridal dress in the fairy tale-sheer,
| beautiful, dainty, white, with unseen
stitches of gossamer.
"Why shouldn't she sew well?" de-
"She's nothing else to do, with all her
| money and servants and that big
house with nobody but herself to live
in? It's as little as she could do for
the Red Cross !"
But they did not consider that Miss
Martha would more than likely buy
back her handiwork at most eXtrava-
CANT figure and give the doll to some
little friend.
A bell rang in the back Of the house
and Mchaels, Miss Martha's butler,
dropped his brass polish, slipped out of
his blue crash Jacket into white one,
and answered the summons.
In few minutes he appeared at the
door of the sun paror where his mis-
tress was sewing.
Its the Hicks boy for the package"
he announced.
+ Little Carlo Hicksl He's so cute.
lust tell him to sit down on the porch
and I'll have it ready in twenty minu-
utes. Tell Minnie to cut him piece
of cake"
At last the little dress was finished
and Miss Martha dressed my lady in
her snowy rousseau.
Then came tissue paper and a box
and ribbon. Finally her highness was
packed and ready for the tender mer-
cies of Carlo Hicks.
And Carlo, having finished his cake,
went on his way whistling and plan
ming how he could spend the two dimes
which jingled so delightfully."- in his
pocket.
Miss Martha suddenly felt very lone
ly. 1t had been busy spring, and the
doll had been the last of a series of
things that had kept her hands and
brain busy for months. But now the
old desolate feeling gripped her heart.
And then the major came! Michaels,
having once more changed his chrys-
ais, appeared in his white coat, with
the majors card on Il silver tray.
Miss Martha took it wondering. 1t
was an unusual hour for callers!
"All right, Michaels, tell the gentle
man to wait" The Uncertainty of her
voice was scarcely perceptible. "Fll
see him in a few minutes"
The color came slowly painfully in
to her face, flooding her throat, her
temples and her checks. The major
Alan Hartwell! After so many years
Suddenly a righteous anger surged
into her heart. Why should she be
friendly with the man who had spoiled
her life? She would see him, but she
would tell him what be had done and
let him 90 his way again.
To the man waiting behind the vines
of the porch she made an unusually
charming picture-hrr soft, lustrous
hair blowing in just a trifIe of dis
array, her face flushed beautifully, and
the blue linen morning dress.
And then occurred an interesting
tableau. A small 10y dripping mud
came screarning up the drive, holding
out an object that appeared to be the
product of a coal m ne.
81 fell over the bridge" screamed
Carlo, land went into mudhoie. An
l spoiled the package"
Miss Martha stopped aghast. Her
beautiful doll was spoiled
ooh, Carlo, how could yoa" she
cried. "You're Il naughty, naughty lit
tie boy but"-more kindl&-"I suppose
it couldn't be helpcc."
81 was just walking along and" A
"Al right. Go back ana tel, Minnie
to wash yon off. Perhaps the dolly
isn't hurt after ALL"
I'D come down to Help-, but it
seems something's happcled. | can't
move" said n voice from the porch.
Miss Marth flew IN the steps, muddy
Carlo at her heels.
"Oh, forgot" bhbbered The little
boy. 81 put my blackjack chewing
gum on the chair while ate my cake ~
The major in immaculate white
fannels tossed Carlo a quarter. Here,
you can buy some mare. You've done
enough damage for one day.
I'm sorry can't get up" smiled the
major. Tin unavoidably detained,
Martha; I've been unaroidaHly de-
tanned all these years. Can't you forgive
me, as you did the little chap? Things
aren't so bad but that they can be
fixed. l still love you, Martha. How
about met"
am have to do as | did with Carlo,
forgive you, l guess she smiled. 81
suppose you couldn't help it, either.
Yes l love you, Alan,' she whispered
| softly.
| Copyright, 1917, by the Mcclure Newspa-
| per Syndicate)
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