Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-05-14
DAILY NOVELETTE, =
PIGGYS FIRST AID
BY BERTHA RICE
UDE SURE to WRITE,
- Good by, old hayseed, good

- Good by, old hayseed, good !
by"
The above farewells were chorused
simultaneously from three hello girls
who were grouped on the platform at
North Station to give send off to their
friend Gladys Farnum, who was leav-
ing for a fortnight's vacation on
Maine farm.
I Good by get your chocs. ready, y
she called from the car window as the
train pulled out of the track yard.
Settling herself comfortably for an
all day ride, Miss Farnum recalled
amusedly the bet made with her friends.
Upon learning that the friends whom she
was to visit had son living at home,
the girls had prophesicd that Gladys
would fall in love and ''take to the
simple life"
''No farmer for mine. The simple
life for me in little old Boston, said
Gladys.
Upon which the bet had been taken.
A five pound box OF chocolates from
the three girls against supper at some
popular cafe from GLADYS.
The train arrived on time. As Miss
Farnum alighted she almost ran into a
stalwart young man who was standing
close to the car steps. Holding out his
hand. he smiling said, Guess your
the girl mother sent me to meet
II guess you're Ben said GLADYS
with a responsive smile.
"Righto. How much baggage have
you?'
'Only suitcase"
I'VE can take that in the car. Wait
second and I'll fetch it around"
As they turned into the driveway.
Gladys exclaimed, "Oh. what dear
place. - which seemed to please Ben
immensely.
A warm welcome greeted Gladys from
Mr.. and Mrs. Brewster.
Supper is waiting. Come right in
now and set up. Gracious. Henry, ism
Gladys the born image of her mother 2"
said Mrs. Brewster to her husband.
'Cept she amt quite as good look
in said Uncle Henry. with a huge
wink. ''rime she gets a coat O. tan
on her face she'll be all right"
AT an early hour-for Gladys-NTrs.
Brewster conducted her niece to her
room. which had home braided rugs on
the floor. star patchwork quilt on
the bed and dormer windows. GLADYS
went into raptures.
I'm glad you like the room. dear 4,
saiu nrs' brewster. Now, good night
and sleep as late as you want"
II m going to be up at 6 o clock. ="
rashly declared the farmerette.
For the lands sake. Gladys. what
you got on? Where's your skirt" sal
Mrs. Brewster as Gladys appeared newt
morning.
This is my bloomer suit, 1t hasn't
any skirt n"'n
"Well. you can't wear that rig out.
doors" ''s ou'-
But 1t to work In. -
~ SHADOW IN the doorway caused both
women to turn and meet the twinkIing
eyes of Ben. 'A''ns
How long you been there, Ben"
querled his mother.
Long enough to hear and r. soo
what's the matter with GIad,s So
mother? It's dandy 'u'''
n' pen your mother thinks II
work n,It1 "h!' all women who
VIII ou'doors wear uniforms"
JUST right. too. Mother isn't rsod
C" :" .ne new woman yet.' laughed Ron
o'oslhg the argument. Ben and CI,drs
escaped to the bayfield, ''u'S
Inc days that ensued were f,,u 81.
WORK. fun and comradeship that IN
cluded the family and working force
vi an farm varieties. small animals
we're the most interesting, and. sne-
clailzing IN these, Gladys declared in
taVor OF pigs. One day Mr.. Brewster
tound one of them developinp n rosI,
ana he teasingly told her She had
loved it too hard" N"'
Poor little piggy" she said tok;,u
it into her lap. What shall u'a as
for him, uncle?" "'
w Guess well give him an oil bath
Want to do it,"
Sure. where is the oil?"
In the store room. Take a soft rag
and give him light rub, ''e
FINDING her equipment GIadvs re-
turned to give piggy first aid-in oil
Inc task was not easy by reason of
piggy strenuous objection, and work
proceeded slowly. When the treatment
was finished both physician and patient
were sticky subjects and GLADYS went
to the house to remove the evidences
Changing into a blue linen dress and
looking very sweet, she went ont ON
the piazza to rest until supper time.
Hearing boisterous laughter coming
from the direction of the piggery she
went around to the backyard from
which the view was unobstructed
Standing among the laughing men was
Mr.. Brewster. who called, Come up
here, Gladys
AS she nearcd the group she INQUIRED,
whats the fun?"
What did you put on that pig?"
pointing to very stiff, shiny pig. that
looked as though it had just arrived
from a taxidermist.
: why, just what you ordered-oil." :"
Again the men roared
'Oil nothing" grinned Mr.. Brewster,
''YOu tarred him well with varnish, " >
Another howl from the men and
Gladys, too humiliated to stand her
ground, fled in tears to the garden,
taking refuge under lilac tree. Drop
ping on the bench beneath, hearty