The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1918-03-19
FAIRY GODM0THER
BY MILDRED WHITE.

: Fffou may lake uhs nome anu keel
!. ~ dcor" said Mollie, - voyage int'
: ille pleasant umenlitics will not hur
; you. When was Il little girl, loYec
: the story Of the fairy eodluother wht
brInss 10 the poor maiden all thai lcl
7 ,hea@t could desire.' She smiled 4s ihc
shabby little figures Went iogously
J down the street.
1T fakes 50 little TO make them
. happy murmured Mollie. whimsical
" her thoughts went back to he faify
g0dmother. What convenient old crea-
lures they were, happening along at
the opportune moment, returning some
passing Kindness by changing . hat
inloa casile or bringing fairy prince
TO claim his own. III real lie all was
SO different Here she was, after years
of sathfm attendance upon Aunt
Dfusllla, left alone in the small cot
iage. 1t being her own only upon condl-
tion that she remain as tenant.
"ph for o fairy godmother," sighed
Moslie to the yellow cat, then she went
10 open the door. A bent old agure
stood knocking and Mollie smiled at
her. own tanclful thought as The
Withheld face peered into her own.
Does Miss Drusila Wentworth i've
hereT Guavered a sweet cid voice.
mo" Mollle answered hesitatingly.
IN quick comprehension the woman
nodded,
''Gone, ! suppose" she said, 'like all
the rest"
Yes" murmured Molle.
"she was friend Of mine years
ago The woman explained we went
to school together"
won't you come ~" urged the girl.
The visitor sighed ns she sat before
the sitting room fire. 1T has been
tircsome journey" she said; Il ought
not TO have come alone. But--they
we're all so against my coming. Who
are you, my dearf" she asked abruptly.
and Mollle told her.
Well, IL you are plusilla's niece"
lhc SOFT voice Wont o#. 9you must have
heard of aiartlm AiaatcA?8
u heard, Mullie ajd, flat Size went
away long ycaFaaeo 10 hc married
The cid lady laughed softly. And
now" she snid "she wants to come
back" Again the keen eyes searched
the girls face. "I think win fell you
about it,
My son has to 20 10 Wa1. He's iny
baby, if be is thirty years old--and it's
very hard. Tom thought that I would
be comfortable alrin4 BIS absence at
my maraad sons home, butt" The
old lady threw out her wrinEled hands
Hnd smiled. Il didn't seem TO fit IA.
At least, i could not fit, in a bedroom
where the steam heat does not yois.
And lis lonely spending evenings with
your thoughts, while all the others are
ut dances or thealers, so / told
them | Was going back to my home
town 70 stay with an old friend and (
the only friend ! could think Of was
Drusilla."
The girl arose brlskly. "Well. take !
off your cloak she said, "and give !
your bag TO me. Perhaps you viii !
stny, say, for week with Drusilia's |
niece. | am lonely, too, and if we find |
we like each other"
"Ohn cried the visitor relievedly !
may / really stay fpr awhile, could
YOU bear with an old body like me
You could call up my son in the city
and fpd out all about me, dearie->"
Impulslvely Mollle bent and clasped
the trembling hands. "Why.a she
laughed, Il don't need TO find out the
irst thing about you: you're going to
be my fairy godmother!'
It was pleasant coming Ia of an eve
hing to find the lamp burning and the
silvery head bent husi1y over Nolie'a
1wn sewing. Or to sing at the piano
o q joyously apprcciative listener.
Pleasant, too, for the young and old
aces TO smile at each other across the
table
"Why, this is home al last"
lreathed the girl
This is my home" said the older
"And you uill stsy?" begged Mollie
wien the first week was up.
The answer was interrupted by q
ummons to the front door. Post Mol
ie, into the parlor strobe a mans sol.
dgure.
'Mother!' burst out the man;
whatever did you mean by running