The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1918-01-01

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The Girl hcsitated, Then her clear
gaze met his. Thanks" She replied
my need, ! hope, is only temporary |
You are Il stranger" IL asked
She nodded. Il conc, as you may |
suppose, from Il country town. T.
She laughed softly, hope one daE 10 |
be Il successful writer. but the time is |
long in coming. \ few accepted mag |
aZine stories encouraged me, but nov,
she paused cloquently-"I wait
"Ecl;.r 20 back home, lle cura,e
advised. the city is not Kind Ia those
who watt
The girl loni,ed back At linn. i
that went--when my father died"
She had gone before he could form
4 reply, and all night with troubled
! pcrSiStency tie sweet face hjunteo
! him. As bad become his habit he CON
| lided in The morning his conceru 10
! his mother.
You may have another opportunity
| Of speaking to the girl NJ The next
mission supper" his mother suggested.
If Won do, persuade hcr To- c;il upon
! me" bul She WAS absent ut the follow
| ing Free meal 10 needy girls"
Philip missed her with 4 pans. the
cagcrncss with which he had looked
forward to the meeting was mex
plicaLlc CoulG IL lie possible that
she WAS now i'll actual want Ponder
ing the question he entered Upon some
errand The citS's greatest department;
| store.
Swayin@ toward him down The aisle
came graceful figure. Ills eye he'd
barely hocome aware Of the yclyc,
suit with the luxurious fms the cost
~ picture hal arftly placed upon wavy
hair, when, beWildered, hr fouAd the
girl of the mission returning his star
tied gaze from beneath lis tilted hriIn.
The childish eyes were Skilfuliy dark
cncl like those OF an actress, The
cameo palcness touched with rouge.
the ilps painted To 4 Cupid'> bow.
The curatc stood Indignant before
her. What" he asked fcrcr!y, re-
CARELESS, does all this mean
u viii explain tomorrow" She an
severed, '';tt the free supper" Then
head erect with her proud sway, She
moved on.
Reverend Philip had no expectation
OF seeing her NJ the supper; what was
. her object in deceiying: ~ sucia
, worker or investigator of missions
would not" he unused Savagcly, .p;,inr
herself up like y Christmas doll" IN,
> 1t this point the girl entered. >eatin.
; herself again III the end Of the mis-
sion table. Compelling hunger VA
evidenced in her absorption 10 he
meat, the worn little suit agaii
clothed her Trim figure. Hcvercn,
! Philip II last claimed her attention.
"WclE:" he asked briefly.
The girl smiled involun;ariIy, he
pale facc was very beautiful again
He felt its magnetic power.
You want, she asked, 'an OK
! PLANTATION Of this Mission Cinderella
!, Well, | come, because SO far, my writ
! ing> cover room rent, but with III
# best management the food suppl
% keeps low"
. She arose aud her eyes filled vii
10 tears. once in awhile She said.
n must have Il real meal"
N Before he could divine her purpos
= the girl had again eluded him, Sippin
II back from her place into tie crowd.
n EcckIc>sly The curatc followed, III
: tormenting enigma must hc soIyee
u but She vas nol i'll Sight whom !
IS reached thc street BalIlod 1hero
~ the darkness nc told himself he Mas
J. fool for his pains. YET in this very Iir
his duty Iay. Ii was a chunc, har
which took him next lay "a thn I'm
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