Smyrna times., 1918-04-10
FAIRY GODMOTHER
BY MILDRED WHITE.


erly the yOung-old eyes regarded her.
You may take this home and keep
1t, dear" said Mollie, IA voyage into
the pleasant unrealities will not hurt
you. When l was little girl, l loved
the story of the fairy godmother who
brings to the poor maiden all that her
heart could desire" She smiled as the
shabby little figures went joyously
down the street.
1T takes so little to make them
happy murmured Mollie. Whimsical
ly her thoughts went back to the fairy
gOdmOther. What convenient old cree
lures they were, happening along at |
the OppOrtune moment, returning some |
passing kindness by changing a hut |
into castle, or bringing a fairy prince |
to claim his own. In real life all was |
so different. Here she was, after years |
OF faithful attendance upon Aunt |
DruSilla, left alone in the small cot
tage, it being her own only upon cOndi-
ton that she remain as tenant.
"Oh! for a fairy godmother," sighed
Mollie to the yellow cat, then she went
to open the door. a bent old figure
stood knocking, and MOllie smiled at
her own fanciful thought as the
wrinkled face peered into her own.
Does Miss Drusilla Wentworth live
here?" quuvered sweet old voice.
mo-" MOllie answered hesitatingly.
In quick comprehension the woman
nodded.
Gone, suppose" she said, 'like all
the rest"
"Yes," murmured MOllie.
"She was a friend of mine years
ago." the woman explained; 1--WE went
to school together"
Wont you come in?" urged the girl.
The visitor sighed as she sat before
the sitting room fire. ut has been a
tiresOme Journey" she said; II ought
not to have come alone. But-they
were all so against my coming. Who
are you, my dear" she asked abruptly,
and MOllie told her.
"Well, If you are Drusilla's niece"
the soft voice went on. you must have
heard of Martha Manton?"
Il heard" MOllie said, that she went
away long years ago. to be married"
The old lady laughed softly. "And
nOw," she said. "she wants to come
back" Again the keen eyes searched
the girls face. Il think will tell you
about it.
"N1y son has to go to war. He's my
baby, if he is thirty years Old-and it's
very hard. Tom thought that l would
be comfortable during his absence at
my married sons home, but" The
old lady threw out her wrinkled hands
and smiled. 81 didn't seem to fit in.
At least, l could not fit, in Il bedroom
where the steam heat does not work.
And it's lonely spending evenings with
your thoughts, while all the others are
at dances or theaters, so l told
them l was going back to my home
town to stay with an old friend; and
the only friend I could think of was
Drusilla."
The girl arose briskly. "Well, take
off your cloak" she said, land give
your bag to me. Perhaps you will
stay, say, for a week with Drusilla's
niece. 1 am lonely, too, and if we find
we like each other"
"Oh" cried the visitor relievedly ;
''may 1 really stay for awhile, could
you bear with an old body like me?
You could call up my son in the city
and find out all about me, dearie-"
Impulsively MOllie bent and clasped
the trembling hands. "Why," she
laughed, 81 don't need to find out the
first thing about you; you're going to
be my fairy gOdmOther"
1t was pleasant coming in of an eve
ming to find the lamp burning and the
silvery head bent busily over MOllie'S
own sewing. Or to sing at the piano
to a jOyOusly appreciative listener
Pleasant, too, for the young and ole
- faces to smile at each other across the
widespread table.
"Why, this is home at last
breathed the girl.
"This is my home" said the Olde
woman.
"And you will stay?" begged MOllie
when the first week was up.
The answer was interrupted by
summons to the front door. Past Mol
lie, into The parlor strobe mans sol
dier-clad figure.
'Mother" burst out the man
"whatever did you mean by runnin
away? John wired to camp, and
had leave of absence to come bacl
Why. mother"
"Dearie," she entreated "dOn't max
me go to Johns home again; here 1 al
loved and wanted"
81 want her very much" agreed Mo
lie. And so, miraculOusly, during tn
soldiers three days of absence, Molli
had two guests.
1--WE had - dismiss our city servant
and close up our big place." the ma
told her; "too much of a care fC
mother"
Mollie stared. "YOu must come an
stay with us some time-after the ws
Is over" he went on. "YOu don't knO