The Leader, enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1915-1921, 1920-05-05
EVERYTHING
JUST RIGHT
Copyright. 1920. western Newspaper Unlom
BY T. B. ANDERSON

Copyright. 1920. Western Newspaper Unlon
If Meta and Dorothy Bissell, sis.
tiers, had remained at home instead of
catching the city fever, they would
aot have been responsible for a sec
end hegfra from BroOkville on the part
VI Warren and Bert Spencer. brothers
The Bissell and the Spencer farms
Joined and the four had grown UP to-
getber as playmates. In later years
Warren had cOurted Meta and Bert
Aad Kept company with Dorothy, and
It looked as though the two neighbor
Families were destined to be Still more
closely linked together
Meta was church organist and gave
music lessons. Dorothy had graduated
aud had served as an extra district
echoOltcachcr. Both were restleSaiE
ambitious. They had heard Of the gold
pa opportunities lying in wait in the
city for bright, up-to date girls. Meta
had saved some money and meditated
course at some standard musical col
lege Dorothy had learned of those
who had specialized IN some educa-
tiOna branch and had worked up to
phenomenal salaries.
1--WE won't stand in your way Of q
success in life, girls" said patient
plodding John Bissell. and little lat
er Warren and Bert Spencer stood
forlornly watching a departing
train disappear beyond the little old
railroad station, bearing away from
them into the dark and uncertain I'M
Known the objects of their sincerast
devotion. Then there came about nat
Erally their ardent longing to be near
those from whom they had parted. The
Spencer family went through the same
ordeal as their neighbOrs.
Give the boys a chance" submitted
Richard Spencer, and Warren and Bert
followed the lead Of their undaunted
girl neighbors, the former dreaming
Of fame as lawyer, his brother filed
with enthusiasm as an embryo editor,
author, or whatever came along in the
literary line.
Meta was missed at the church or.
gan and Dorothy had little student
friends who"mOurned her desertion, for
abe had won their love completely.
Many a time Richard Spencer straight
ened up from grubbing with his hoe
and leaned upon it, sad and dreamy
booking, thinking of the pride and
pleasure he had taken in the past in
having his stalwart, diligent elder son,
Warren, in the next field, whistling
Rheerily while he did the work of two
ordinary toilers from sheer strength
and the ardor of living amid nature.
1t was the fond mother who grieved
over Bert, the youngest. His farm
duties were lighter
Cheerful, hopeful letters came to the
respective families after the departure
Of these dear ones and very often the
aes0.ated ones spent the evening in
company, their one theme the loved
children far away. The Bissell girls
were living in community house I'M
de- careful supervision. The Spencer
boys occupied room together nearby
and they saw one another nearly every
day.
IA the city the brave. struggling
souls who had found diSilluSiOn where
they had anticipated a sure fruition of
the impulses OF youth and ambition
had one BY one sorrowed because of
their disappointment, The rresSures
Of Inconsistencies resulted in q general
comparing of notes and frank con
fesSIOn of longing for home. Love, too,
had blOssomed the while, and conferred
interest away from the sordid prom
Uses OF the world. Meta acknowi
edged lack OF interest in the mi.
nutiae of music which took in fads and
fancies of melody subservent to Jazz
dogserel, love songs and ragtime Dor
sthy resented the hard, practical train
ing that would take her among serious.
solemn students cherishing theories
and fads.
Warren found the law promised Il
hara and long apprenticeship, and
Bert the road to literary fame full
of twists and turns and the caprice of
an eXacting public.
John Bissell and Richard Spencer
mad been away for two days attending
q grange convention at neighboring
county seat. 1t was late in the after
noon when they got off of the train
on their ret"rn. In the hearts of both
there was O vivid sense of returning
TO homes bereft of their brightest
treasures. Each was absorbed along
she line Of that suggestive thought.
Abruptly as they passed the little
union church of the village, they halt
ed. Swelling out uI-,n the air was an
old familiar hymn. 1t thrilled John
Bissell, it made Richard Spencer look
NJ him queerly.
"John. 1t sounds like Metals play
ing" he observed. and together they
stole to an open window of the struc-
ture and looked in.
"Its Netta-she has come back" ut
oered Bissell TREMENDOUSLY, "and oh
Richard. someone is waving from our
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