The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1918-03-08
HERrIRIsHMM
BY LOUISE OLIVER.

them. eat them, breathe them, .uxh--
/ can't even look at bird. And In
hungry"
The contents of several paper bag,
did not look inviting-crackers In one
stale rolls in another and some old ap
pies with wrinkles She sighed. ~
wish l had some of mothers wafnea
and chicken, and some corn pudding
and caramel sweet potatoes and choc.
olate cake and custard pie and"
Some griddlecakes and country
sausage and apple dumplings and"
The masculine voice stopped. Clara
Jane turned and stared open-mouthed
at the unexpected person in the door.
way. He evidently encouraged conf.
dence, for she answered sadly: 1--WE
nothing left to remind me OF home but
my name. hang on to every inch OF
it."
But you can't eat that" said the
man. IT'S awful to be hungry"
How did you get here?"
This came out of the window. ]
looked up and saw no one. / rang the
bell. A fat woman answered it.
handed this in. She said instantly:
It's Miss Amherst's. You take it up"
For goodness sake, don't ask
thanks for that. hate it. threw 1t
out. l never want to see feather.
work with them all day."
Now l must go. But, say, will you
do something for me? I'm going to a
party and my only pair of gloves need
mending. Do you think you could put
in stitch?"
Eyes, indeed! I'll be glad to-"
Then I'll be going by in fifteen min.
utes. l can't come up. Have you
anything you can let DOWN."
"Ill tie string to my hat"
But when they are done, what will
you do?"
When they're done! Oh, I'll Just
whistle"
Fifteen minutes later Clara Jane
drew up the hat, basketlike, containing
large paper parcel that smelled de-
licious when opened.
Sausages, a soft-shelled crab, a
baked potato, hot rolls. butter, mar.
q
taurant. I'LL have to eat"
So she did-even the potato skin,
Then she waited for the whistle. all
evening, but none came and she was
glad OF it after all. She was begin.
ming to like her Irishman.
Clara Jane awoke with the birds.
country fashion, put an old buckle on
her hat where the feather thing had
been and drank some coffee made over
The gas Jet. Then she went to work
Her particular department Of the big
store was feathers. II hate to 20 in."
'he protested as she tied on her apron,
1 wonder II they won't give me roses
md flowers instead. That's the floor
.bove and it would be a change OF
Gene as well as occupation. II ever
ret into the trimming department III
now the millennium has GOMEZ"
Il think it's here" said voice sus.
iciously like the Irishman's.
She was talking aloud and didn't
now it. 1t came from loneliness.
Clara Jane turned and confirmed the
uspicion. Where are the gloves j
as to mend?"
His face fell. II forgot all about
lem."
you told a story"
"A downright black lie It's terrible
,rry l am
You don't look it. Anyway you are
rgiven."
Thank haaveni"
THE crab was fine"
"Yes'm!"
"And the sausages were better!"
"Yes'ml"
Don't say that again. And the DO
toes and rolls and all the rest Of the
lff were delicious! 1t saved my life"
lie bent her arm. I'm as strong a
mson this morning / could pluck
ostrich, much as hate feathers"
II came to see about It,"
About what?"
Giving you another position. This
my store, Miss Lady-From-the-C oun.
-Who-Needs-A1l-He Her Name"
My name is Clara Jane Amherst.
'pose you are Mr.. Terry II you own
, store"
lou uon I seem much impressed"
I'm not. hate the old place. Any.
y I'd rather work with the Movers"
Won't anything else dor"
Well, cant starve, SO can't leave.
'ou order me to the cellar to shovel
! I'll have to CO."
Worse than that. I'm going to or.
you out OF the store and into my
Sc, II you'll go. never wanted q
until yesterday and she intro
ed herself by throwing things at
That's the spirit / like. Suits
Irish blood. What do you say,
'ourneen-will you GOMEZ"
Nelll, you are direct. IL don't"
That's no way to begin. Try It
n"
Vell-maybe T."
hats better. Go on"
Perhaps will"
fne. When do you want TO BE-
p"
wright. 1916. by the Mcclure Nevspa-
per 6yndicate.)