The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1920-12-13
APOLLO
BY FANNIE L. WALTON.
%. 1920. by Mcclure Newspaper syndi

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Marcia Brewster gave a CHEEKY
"Whoo! Whoog" as she closed the
heavy outside door and stood within
the warm rays of the sitting room
lamp.
"Any mail, mother?" she asked, af-
ter she had greeted the little woman,
who had risen at her e~ntranceo@ .s
Eyes, a letter for you" The3name
of Howard P. Loring appeared in one
corner of the businessldke envelope.
1t was a lawyers letter and contained
a single sheet of finely printed text
a proof slip of the citation Of the will
of Marcia's old friend, Mrs. Alexander.
At the top appeared, in larger type
this notice: mo attention need be
paid to this citation unless the per
son to whom it is sent desires to OBJ
iect to the allowance of the will"
The thought that she, Marcia Brew
ster, was a beneficiary in a will was
so strange and so sudden that II
could hardly realize her good fortune.
"Mother!' she called in an excited
voice, Mrs. Alexander must have left
me something! This letter is from her
lawyer. Oh, do you suppose it is a
hundred dollars? Perhaps it is five
hundred! If only 1t were a big thou
sand we could pay off the mortgage
and have two hundred left over"
Two weeks dragged by; meanwhile
Martha told of her good fortune to a
few intimate friends, who hoped the
gift would be a goodly sum, but no
more news from the lawyer. At last
she could bear the suspense no longer,
II wonder if it would be proper 70
telephone and ask the amount, she
~soliloquized, "or would it appear like
vulgar euriosity?"
She did not want to appear greedy
before the cultured Mr.. Loring. Mar
ella thought of him again. The last
time she saw him was at Mrs. Alex
ander's funeral. He was Mrs. Alex
ander's nephew, and every time she
visited him, generally Thanksgiving
and Christmas, he sent back n kindly
message of greeting to Marcia. III
you only lived where you two could
see each other often, things might he
| different" Mrs. Alexander was won't
to say, who, like many another old
lady with nothing to do, was interest
ed in the ways of youth.
Marcia finally decided she would not
telephone, bat call at\4Ir. Loring's Of
fee and ascertain just the sum SIC
was 10 receive. The following day
, found her inqulring of a n%eatlook IT
s~tenograpner if Mr.. LOring was in. :
did you have an appointment
asked the business-like young woman,
NO" Marcia answered, feeling more
| embarrassed every minute.
After q little delay, Mr.. LOrihg made
his appearance, smiling pleasantly
with theAkileIy manner that, as he
talked, quickly put pretty Marcia al
her ease. Very soon he was seated al
his desk with the copy of the will he
I fore him. This is what he read aloud
ITO my young friend, Marcia Brew.
ster, 1 give the marble statuette OF
Apollo That was all, and the digni
| fed lawyer paused and looked straight
into the blue eyes of the disappoin-et
girl opposite him. He must have read
their thoughts, for soon he added il
somewhat softened one with n trace
of apology, My aunt was a little pc
culiar at times, Miss Brewster, but
he added, 81 know she was very fonC
of you"
=
One year later. Another front door
opens and closes and a gentleman
comes in quickly from the gathering
darkness. No other object in the at
tractive sitting room into which hC
enters receives One-half the attention
as n certain marble statuette of Apol
10. It is owned by one Marcia Brew
ster Loring, who now comes eagerly
forward 10 welcome the newcomer. Ii
her beautiful home her heart dali.
sings for joy and gratitude over th'
good fortune that she says her little
god brought her-the coming into he
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