The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1920-04-08

one by one out of slot; why
there should not-be--a very salts
factory rose garden, or even-t~o--
connected with it. None--what-
ever"
That was all the explanation ne
offered. But the Liberty Teacher
asked no more. OH" she said
rapturously.
Then we may expect you tomor-
row at ~" he said, and smiled po-
litely and moved to the door. He
walked out as matter OF coursely
as if he had dropped in to ask the
meaning of "circumflex," or who
invented smallpox, or the name 81
Adams house cat, or how long !.
would take her to do a graduation
essay for his danghter--or any such
little things that librarians are pre-
pared for most days.
And instead-his neat gray elderly
back seemed TO deny it-he had left
with her, the Liberty Teacher, her,
dusty, tousled, shopworn Phyllis
Braithwaite, an invitation to con-
slider Line of Work which was so
mysteriously Different that she had
to look up the spotless De Guenther
reputation before she came!
One loses track of time staring at
a red George Washington poster and
wondering about future with Il
sudden Different Line in it.
It was 10 minutes past putting out
children time. She stared aghast
at the ruthless clock, then created
two Monitors for Putting Out at one
royal sweep. She managed the
nightly eviction with such gay ex-
petition that il almost felt like 10
minutes ago when the place, except
for the pride swollen monitors, was
cleared. While these officers
watched the commonalty dumping
reluctantly upstairs toward the UNI
brella rack, the Liberty Teacher
paced sedately around the shelves.
giving the books that routine
Strengthening they must have before
Z struck and the horde rushed in
again. 1t was really relieving Off
GERS work, but the Liberty Teacher
felt that her mind needed straight
ening, too, and this always seemed
to do it
She looked, as she moved slowly
down along the shelves, very mucn
like most of the librarians you sec
alert, pleasant, slender, a little dis
Aeveled, little worn. But there
was really no librarian there. There
was only Phyllis Narcissa that
dreaming young Phyllis who had
had to stay pushed out OF sight all
the seven years that Miss Braith-
waite had been efficiently earning
her living
She let her mind stray happily as
1Ar as II wouiG over the possibilities
Mr.. De Guenther had held out to
her. and woke to discover herself
trying to find place under DO
mestic my-Condiments" for
Five Little Peppers and How They
Grew" She laughed aloud in the
suddenly empty room, and then lift
ed her head TO find Miss Black, the
night duty girl that week. standing
IN the doorway ready to relieve
guard
"Oh, Anna, see. what I've done!"
she laughed. Somehow everything
seemed merely light hearted and
laughable aince Mr.. De Guenther's
most fairy tale visit, with its wild
hints Of Lines Of Work Anna Black
came. looked, laughed.
-In the 64os." she said. Well.
you're liable to do nearly everything
by the time It's Saturday. Last Sat.
urday Dolly Graham up in the Cir
culaticn was telling me an old col
ored nanny said she'd lost her nit
tens in the reading room. and the
first they knew Dolly was hunting
through the Wooden Goods classifi-
cation. and Mary Gayley paving the
dictionary wildly for m-i-t-t!"
And they found the mittens hung
around her neck by tie cord" fin
ished the Ltberry Teacher. II know
lit was q thrilling story. Wen.
J Sccdby till Monday. Anna Black. I'm
gong home now to have some lovely
rrunes and some real dried beef.
end maybe q glass 81 almost milk il
Lean persuade the IandladY need
n
Mine prefers dried apricots,a re-
sponded Miss Black cheerfully. sbut
IA IiiinE DuL canned
milk IN the house. thus sparing us
ne embarrassment 81 asking Tor
feal. Goodby good luck!"
But as tho Liberry Teacher
pinned her serviceable hat close, ana
fastened her still good raincoat over
~ elderly sweater, neither prunes
nor mittens nor next weeks work