The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1918-08-23

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II don't see what you said we'd give
them tea for, when you know we
haven't any sugarw
"What difference does that make
| Some Of our best families don't have
sugar nowadays"
swell, I'll bet the ClarkSOn girls are
rolling in sugarw
"If they are, all we need 10 do is 10
shake them over the cups, and there
you arew
"YOu needn't Joke about II, Anne,
! have some pride If YOU haven't, and
Tn not going TO have those rich Clark
sons coming here and thinking we're
not as well able to have things as they
are, even II they do carry fifteen dollar
knitting bags, all covered over with
pln-cushlOn fruit, and tassels."
81 don't know how you're going to
get 1t. I've telephoned TO every store
] can think of and they all say the
same thing-'no sugar."
'Telephoning and asking face TO face
are two different things. I'll run out
and see what can do"
Josephine Bruce, not in this bad
weather."
But Josephine had vanished into the
bedroom Of the little fiat.
1t was the worst day of that "never-
remembered-such-a" winter. There had
been n heavy snow fall, thaw and
then sudden freeze, with thick, black
ice over everything. And in the night
the weather had moderated and rain
had fallen in torrents on the ice. This
morning it was still raining, with a
heavy wind 1t was day when sensi-
BILE folk wore creepers over their rub
bers, and other people lost their pride
in the good old Biblical way.
Josephine appeared, clad in very
becoming brown raincOat and little tan
hat. She wore brown boots and ridicu-
lOus low rubbers, and carried n brown
umbrella.
Sister Anne stood at her tower win
dow and watched Josephine slip down
the hill. using her folded umbrella as a
staff. Anne began to chop nutmeats
for sandwiches, wondering what her
erratic sister might be doing. The
reality was this:
In the nearest store, Anne marched
bravely up to the counter.
1.-TWO pounds of sugar. please" she
said. with her sweetest smile.
"NO sugar in the store" growled the
harassed clerk for the one hundred
and thirty-seventh time that day.
There's no sugar in the store" the
next grocer told her, "and more than
that, there's no sugar up to my own
house, and I'm in the grocery business.
What was yours, madame" 70 sleek
haired italian woman in a red shawl.
Josephine went out on more ice
For an hour she slipped and slid
from one store to another, and heard
the same story in fifty-seven varieties.
Josephine paused on a corner to collect |
her forces and decide where to attack
next. This particular corner was at
the foot of hill-this city was built |
on more than seven hills-and the side |
walk slOped at an unpleasant angle; |
also the building on that lot projected |
in such Il way that pedestrians coming |
down the side street were completely |
hidden from those on the main thor
Oughfare. Josephine had seen so many |
people fall that day that she now me-
watched them all. Perhaps
that was why she noticed the gray
behind the big market basket
"New style coat" she thought, and
looked again at the basket. She gasp
I'd! Not for months had she seen
sight like that. She looked again. 1t
was absolutely true. In that basket,
by a Tapping paper cover
ing, but with tell-tale little yellow
sharp corners sticking out, were six
-wo-pound cartons of sugar! And the
'ood commissioner had ruled that no
lealer should sell more than ten
pounds to any one person. And she,
Josephine Bruce, had not one single
rain!
She looked above the basket to see
vho this plutocrat might be, and met
pair of serious blue eyes staring
traight into her brown ones. She had
My time to realize that this law
reaker was young and very good
DOking when his feet appeared where
ad been his face-he bounced up and
own, landing on the woman who had
lid down the side street, and vanished,
q the midst Of arms and legs and {
Odies that came faster and faster un-
il they piled up in slipping, stopping I
narl Of humanity. And high in the I
ir, flying merrily toward the blue sky
efOre descending to the soaking side
ak, went the six packages of sugar.
Josephine lodged. She escaped the t
edestrians because they all slid into f
lie gutter, but couple of pounds of v
lgar landed on her stylish little tan o
Mt and bounced down into her yawn- a
g knitting bag. Josephine had no G
collection of opening her bag, but she s.
new exactly when she closed it. And Ii
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