The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1919-08-22
PATSY
BY JACK LAYTON.

viewed 1t appraislRgly. He had taken
| upon himself the task of selecting
suitable summer boarding place for
his senior partners nerve-worn
daughter-or rather, the task, as usu-
al, was thrust upon him.
To Peter, II seemed that he had dur
ing the past year, been called upon
overmuch to attend to the affairs Of
this same unknown Miss Patricia Penn
broke. In his opinion. his partners IA
| vored daughter was one Of class to
be stunned. So Peter deliberately
stunned her; though difficult of car
rying out was his purpose. Not only
the girls family and adoring mother,
but his own financially ambitious one.
were anxious to bring the two togeth-
err, In hope of possible proud ALL
ance. E
Peter, desiring not to be a cause OF
disappointment, determined to hold
aloof. He was fond Of his old senior
| partner; his sympathies went out to
the busy man, who must constantly be
burdened with added home cares.
Therefore Peter had, with much con-
sideration, chosen Miss Pembroke's
luxurious car, and also, being musi-
clan, he had selected, at her fathers
| instigaton, her new concert grand pi-
| ano.
From these missions the younger
partner had formed his own opinion
of the fattered girls exactions. Patricia
Pembroke, 1t seemed, was always In
the center Of the social stage.
Here her "song charmed" or there
"she excelled as pianist" Far be 1t
from himself, Peter thought, to con-
| tinue the tired old fathers charge of
catering to this brilliant daughter.
He smiled Ironically as he rang the
rusty bell on the farmhouse. The doc
| tors prescription of rest for Miss Penn
| broke In such seclusion would not, he
was sure, be long followed.
Having no response to his summons,
| he passed around to rear door.
| Through the screen he could see that
| the orderly rooms were vacant. Then,
| far back among the spreading trees
OF tangled garden, he saw blur OF
|
mock, and he went in its direction.
The girl who looked up at him from
| the depths of the hammock seemed to
| be alone in a green solitude. Unblink-
ingly her blue eyes regarded him,
| ruffed pink sunbonnet giving her
cheeks a ruddy glow. He saw that
| the skirt of her pink cambria frock
was filed with the green peas she
was poddlng.
81 came" announced Peter, ito make
| inquiries concerning board, at the
| farmhouse. No one was there"
"For yourself?" asked the girl calm
~, as she continued her podding.
"For a young lady," Peter replied.
| "Can you tell Inc where to get infor-
| matlon?"
81 can give you all the information
you want" the girl replied. 1--WE are
not taking anyone"
"But was directed here" Peter in
sisted evidently distressed. His search
had been long.
UNLIMITED, he dropped into seat
beneath the trees. He hoped he might
be able to enlist the sympathy Of this
| satisfied young creature in Miss Penn
| broke's behalf, so that she, In turn,
would persuade her mother to take
the nervous girl In.
1.-THE young woman who wishes to
| come" he said, us tired out after o
hard, strenuous winter"
The girl dropped the peas into a
pan and took Off her sunbonnet. The
copper gold of her uncovered hair
cleaned in the sunlight. Peters eyes
widened admiringly.
"What work." she questioned, has
this nervous girl been doing?"
mo work." Peter answered brusque-
ly. "But sometimes" he smiled, zone
can tire ones self out as thoroughly
| through play. Here, in this peaceful
spot. occupied with your homely tasks.
II would be difficult for you to realize
| how women strive and labor and wear
| themselves out in selfish chase for
social favor. But that's big language"
he added, "for little girl"
Perhaps" said the 'little girl I'M
expectedly, "these women are not al
ways selfish as you think. Perhaps
there are those who have trained
them for this very success, and would
be disappointed terribly at their fall
| ure."
Peter Webster stared as though a
child had suddenly risen to reprove
him. Then across the stiffness came
q shrill cry.
.Patsyy" called woman's voice.
"Patsy!"
"she's calling me-" said the girl,
''but you had better 60 and see her
| first"
Perplexedly, and with a regretful
backward glance, Peter moved toward
the house. A woman stood on the
veranda.
"what do you want3" she asked
sharply.
Peter stated his Ierrand.
.Iandi" the woman exclaimed.
| You're late in askin'. Patsy Pembroke
came on herself this mornin'. Least.
patsy's the name she told MS to call
her-short fer her long-soundin' one.
She's .goin' ito stay all summer an, we
ike her real well. SO plain-actinyan
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