Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-07-26
Worth While
By MARY GRACE LESLIE
1918. Western Newspaper Union.)

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he had fallen into somewhat INDUCED
his take it easy" disposition.
But now in an instant, with a thrill,
In a flash his soul woke up. He had
strolled into the Donaldson garden and
the mother of Maize nodded to him
from the front doorway.
He counted on her announcing his
arrival to Maize and cherished their
harmonious companionship on the COM
Portable rustic bench.
Neat, wholesome and clean as a pin
In her dainty house dress, Maize came
towards him-floating towards him, his
ardent fancy expressed it, she was so
angelic, so ethereal
Then came the sudden shock to his
spirit. She nodded a pretty welcome
and there was a smile on her face, but
tears as well.
"Why Maizie," he cried, you are
crylng!"
"Onions," said Maize simply, and it
sounded euphonious and alluring as
"roses'' from her dainty lips.
"You
"And h~orseradish."
81 thought"
"You see, we are picking, and 1 had
to peel and grind. Oh, dear, l must
have wept rivers. There, getting into
the fresh air mends it all. Why, you
are actually trembling"
81 thought I fancied-I vas all rolled
up because 1 thought omeon was
scolding you"
ooh, no one ever does that. The
world is very good to me, Warren"
"When l saw those tears in your
eyes," Warren abruptly paused, for
just then Grand Idea No. 2 popped in
to his mind. On the very verge of
giving voice tt the love hat consumed
him, his eyes sparkled, his breath
seemed taken away.
"Tve hit it !" he could not help but
gasp out, and Maize wondered If 1t
was his foot, or his hand, but just then
Mother Donaldson called to her, and
Maizie passed over the queer pertur-
baton Warren had manifested and he,
hugging close to his soul a vast secret,
managed to act rational.
She noted suppressed excitement In
his n when he left her later In
the evening. 1t was three days later
when he reappeared. Warren looked as
if he had not slept since she last saw
him. He was haggard, his hair rump-
led, but his eyes glowed with some in
spring internal fire.
"Maizie," he said, as he took a little
package from his pocket, Il nave here
a remarkable invention, and as it was
through you that I anne to devise 1t,
I bring you the first n made"
"Why what is it," asked Maize.
'The Perfection Patented Onion and
Horse Radish Mask. Seer"
In a triumphant way Warren I'M
wrapped the parcel. There was a
piece Of thin glass, nodded to cover
eyes and nostri1s, while a band Of
whalebone fitted it close into place.
"Why, Warren" exclaimed Maize,
'what liz the world are you going to
do with it?"
"Do with it?" cried the optimistic
enthusiast. "Why, sell one to every
person who slices onions or grinds
h~orseradish."
"Oh, Warren" said Maize, striving
hard to repress a secret merriment,
nobody minds the keen bracing tang
Of onions and horseradish. In fact,
the doctors say it brightens the eyes
and clears the head. But to think you
got it up for me"
cIz ~1ox-f-1Ixr cot tho mash in n10nn
The bright laughing eyes shone
through the thin glass, roguish, be-
witching. Then Maize was sedate and
attentive as Warren told her of his
plans. He had been directed to a
patent lawyer in the city, and he was
exhilarated over the belief that his in
vention would be a great money max
err. Maize thought different, but she
did not dampen his hopes by saying
so. Two weeks later, a disappointed,
detected man, Warren alighted from an
evening train.
Just as he was nearing home, turn
ing a corner, he came face to face with
Maize. 1t warmed his heart, that
fervent clasp of her hand. Her eyes
shone with fervid emotion. SWELL" he
blurted out disconsolately, II don't
e to have done anything worth
while with my grand invention"
"Worth WHILE" Maize took up the
refrain in vibrant accents. "Oh, War
rem. haven't you heard?"
sHeard what?" he questioned. 81
lust got back from the city. No bad
news, I hope"
"No, glad news, joyous news" cried
Maize, and her eyes filled with happy
tears. "Oh, Warren, only for you, only
for the glass mask, my dear little sis
ter Ruby, would have been burned to
DEATH"
He thrilled as she told the story Of
a fire that had destroyed their home;
of awaking to find only one means of
acoana-by the window. Then MafZio