The Winslow mail., 1918-08-23
HIS LAST DIME
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BY JACK LAWTON.
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ably shining, the display of dainty
stationary temptingly displayed, and
as usual its young proprietor waited
hopefully behind the glass doors for
a possible customer Would his pa
tience never be exhausted? Annabels
violet eyes moistened in pity, at the
wistful appeal of the brown eyes oppo-
site.
Why in the world had this young
man come with his delicate wares tc
a town where only the necessary was
salable. Even at Christmas time 'Lyn-
denville indulged but in serviceable
and plainly useful articles.
Left wealthy by her father the
villagers would say. But Annabel's
wealth was only sufficient for her mod.
est needs and the keeping still of the
keeper. Since Annabel had become
customer of the 'Shoppe,' it's owner
had greeted her with his frank smile,
meeting occasionally in the post Office.
She fancied, with concern, that his face
was growing thinner; could it be possi-
BILE that the dearth of customers made
economy of food necessity?
Well, the girl wondered impatiently,
why didn't he go back where he could
find something better to do? Then, be.
cause the shadows were, growing long.
er and she remembered that she had,
had no out-of-door exercise that day,
Annabel got into her jaunty coat and
becoming hat, and went for walk,
Near the hotel, where the auto-bus
started upon it's trips to the station,
she saw her neighbor-across-the -the-way,
hesitating, to examine some small
coin in his hand.
"Ride down to the station with US,
Miss Annabel," called the friendly
driver, and with second impulse she
stepped inside. Not that the ride was
a thing unusual. Many times her
walks had been interrupted by the jo:
vial invitation. The girl had known
Ben, the driver, from her childhood.
From her rear seat in the car, she
noted admiringly the broad shoulders
Of the young man in front. Ben in.
cluded them both in his remarks. "Go.
ing to town." he inquired.
swell, not exactly" the shop-keeper
replied. woman down beyond the
station wants to see me about engrav.
ed invitations, thought I'd ride as far
as you go, with you"
'Must be Mrs. Jake Smith," Ben
soliloquized. Daughters goin' to be
married soon. How are you goin' the
rest of the way, it's quite piece?"
Annabel found him waiting to assist
her as she opened the auto door, as
she bowed her head in thanks, the
mans hand slipped into his pocket
for Ben's fee, then something happen.
ed. In moment the dime seemed to
fly from his fingers to alight upon the
car floor. Flushed and eager he bent
to look for it, while the driver waited.
TRAINS coming" Ben suggested i'm
patiently.
sed face. "Just moment" he muir.
INJURED still searching.
Annabel stood looking intently at the
road, then she bent suddenly forward.
"Why, here it is" she laughed, and
held out to Ben a shining dime.
The man looked straight and long
into her eyes. 81 thank you," he said
quietly, and Annabel with a strange
stirring of the heart, went on her
homeward way. OF course that had
been his only Cline, he must walk
back!
1t was late in the evening when the
light in the stationery shop 1ared
across the street; she wondered I'm.
easily If he had been successful in his
quest for the W edding invitations, and
next morning in the most natural way
he told her.
Il have recovered from my long
walk" her 'ne'ighbor announced cheer.
lily, though it was useless errand af-
ter ALL" He 81 ghed: "In fact, I've about
decided chat the whole business is
useless, arouru1 here"
1T is" the girl agreed quickly. "if
you'd try something else"
1T does not; matter now," he said
called--to the colors."
wv hen?" the girl asked, something
caug hit at her breath painfully.
At once. AS soon as l can get
ready" again the radiance was upon
9Iis face.
'May L" he asked abruptly, "come
to see you before / go?"
She was in the window when he
came, looking at the bare little shop
across the way.
Il wanted you to know" he began
show much i appreciated your-inter.
est, your heIlpfulness. Sometimes it
cheered me OH past sheer failure. You
thought 1 didn't realize that your big
purpose was charity pure and simple
And last night when you gave that
dime to Ben"
"Gave-it?" whispered Annabel.
The man smiled, "Yes," he said
gently, "when you handed it over ]