The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1920-06-10

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everything else came the singing
thought that she had given Allan Sc
much-that she had taken SO muct
for granted.
Herquick steps finally took her tc
the outskirts of the village, to a little
green stretch Of woods. There she
walked up and down for awhile, try.
ing to think more quietly. She found
the tide of her anger ebbing sudden.
ly, and her mind forming all sorts of
excuses for Allan. But that was not
the way to get quiet-thinking of
Allan. She tried to put him resolutely
from her mind, and think about her
W future plans. The first thing to
do, she decided, was to rub up her
library work a little.
1t was with an unexpected feeling
of having returned to her own place
that she crossed the marble floor Of
the village library. She felt as if she
ought to hurry down to the cloak
room. instead Of waiting leisurely at
the desk for her card. 1t all seemed
uncannily like home-there was
even a girl inside the desk who
looked like Anna Black of her own
Greenway branch. Phyllis could
hear, with a faint amusement, that
the girl was scolding theoretically
in Anna Blacks own way. The
words struck on her quick ears,
though they were not intended to
carry.
That's what comes of trusting to
volunteer help. Telephones at the
last moment she has a headache
and not a single soul to look after the
story hour! And the children are al
most all here already"
We'll just have to send them
home" said the other girl, looking
up from her trayful of cards. tits too
late to get anybody else, and good
ness knows we can't get it I'M"
"They ought to have another lib
rarian," fretted the girl who looked
like Anna. "They could afford it well
enough, with their Soldiers Monu-
ments and all"
Phyllis smiled to herself from
where she was investigating the card
catalog. 1t all sounded SO exceed
ingly natural. Then that swift in
stinct of hers to help caught her
over to the desk, and she heard her
self saying:
I've had some experience in story
telling; maybe l could help you with
the story-hour. / couldn't help hear
ing that your story-teller has dis
appointed you"
The girl like Anna fell on her with
rapture.
Heaven must have sent you"
she said.
The other one, evidently slower
and more cautious by nature, rose
too, and came toward her. "You have
a card here, haven't you?" she said.
Il think I've seen you"
eyes," Phyllis said, with a pang
ct n the name she mad grown
to love bearing; "I'm Mrs. Harring-
ton-Phyllis Harrington. We live at
the other end Of the village"
ooh, In the house with the garden
all shut off from the lane!" said the
girl like Anna, delightedly. "That
lovely old house that used to belong
to the Jamesons. Oh, yes, l know.
You're here for the summer, aren't
you, and you're husband has been
very ill?"
Exactly" said Phyllis, smiling,
though she wished people wouldn't
talk about Allan! They seemed pos
sessed to mention him!
wen be obliged forever if you'll
do it." said the other girl, evidently
the head librarian. "Can you do it
now? The children are waiting"
Certainly" said Phyllis, and fol-
lowed the younger girl straightway
to the basement, where, it seemed,
the story hour was held. She won
dered. as they went, If the girl enyied
her extensively perishable summer
organdie, with its flying sashes and
costly accessories; If the girl thought
about her swinging jeweleries and
endless leisure with a wish to have
them for herself. She had wanted
such things, she knew, when she
was being happy on $50 a month.
And perhaps some OF the women
she had watched then had had
heartaches under their furs. /.
The children, already sitting In q
decorous ring on their owehairs,
seemed after the first surprise to
approve Of Phyllis. The librarian
fingered for little BY way Of keeping
order II 1t should be necessary,
watched the competent sweep with
which Phyllis gathered the child
- around her, with an air Of as
her, heard the opening Of the story