The evening Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1918-1920, 1920-03-06
"a Gen tleman
Fairy
0A0
BY EDNA DEANE LYALL
@@@@e@@@e@@@@3
Copyright. 1919 by the Western Nows-
paper Unon)


telepathic signal had been conveyed
10 every Juvenile In the vicinity of the
great tenement row where he had
paused TO watch little group make
mud pies. They wore soiled, ragged
garments. were barefootcd. and with
pity and interest the kindly faced
young man studied these poor and
neglected, but happy children OF The
city.
Marsh drew out some small change
the four urchins who were engrossed
in their mock pastry task. There was
a scramble, rapturous yell, babel
Of voices from doorways and alleys.
Then poured into the center children
from far and near. They surrounded
Marsh with grlmcd hands, extended
and eloquent pleas for consideration.
"That is ALL" announced Marsh, as
he detected spccious ropcaters in evil
dcnce and started away.
Only one of the throng ran after
him, breathless and big eyed. He no.
ticcd that she was OF different brood
to the general mass. being clean, poor
~, but neatly dressed, and with a
winning personality.
"Oh, mister, please" uttered the
little six-year-old miss. Are you
really throwing away money!"
"Why, yes, my dear. to good little
children, and am sure you must be
that"
Mamma says so, and Auntie Phyl-
lis" came the prompt response. "O1l,
how rich you must be! But | know
you're a gentleman fairy! You see,
Eve been saving UP to buy the big
doll down at the corner. Come along
and I'll show you" and the little one
took his hand with trustfulness that
caused him to thrill with pleasure.
She halted finally beside show win
dow full OF toys and pointed with en-
raptured ecstasy at the object of her
admiration.
1t was marked two dollars. Marsh
took out banknote.
"Oh! does it take all that money!"
cried Edith Waldron. please Mr..
Fairy. | can do without the doll, and
I'd rather you'd buy an invalid chair
for poor sick mamma"
"You sweet sefsacrifcing little
cherub. You shall have the doll first,
and then we will see about the in
valid chair" said Marsh. and, his com
panion hugging and chatting to her
coveted acquaintance, they went back
towards the tenement row.
"Therc's where we live" little
Edith enlightened Marsh, and she
pointed to IA third story window.
There was box filed with Towering
plants. The windows were clean and
bright and adorned with snowy White
curtains "My papa is dead, and we
are very poor, and Aunty Phyllis is
Nursing poor mamma. and she cant
get about, and if any of your fairies
have an invalid chair, won't you
please send her one?'
"Indced, | will :" pledged Marsh
ma within the hour an invalid's
wheeled chair was on its way to the
old tenement It had bccn a relief to
minglc with the loWly and make ut
least n few humble ones happy. but
now MarSh's own troubles filled his
thoughts. He had come to The city
TO defend lawsuit which, if it went
I, a InSS nF
nearly all he possessed. lie knew
that the claim against him was I'M
just, but it was in the hands of legal
vampires.
Marsh located the rooms on the
third floor He knocked at an open
door, noting the ncatncss of the place.
\ woman, pale and carcworn. seated
in new invalid chair greeted him.
81 understand that Miss Worth does
copying at home" spoke Marsh. "and
T have some work for her If she is
not too busy"
"Aly sister will return in Il few min
utes. Won't you be seated, plcase|'
said the invalid.
Marsh sat down in Chalr near a
typewriter. Upon Il table lay num-
Der of typed sheets. He could not
holm but notice them AS Mrs. Wall
dron wheeled herself into an adjoin-
ing room Marsh picked up one and
then another of the sheets, deeply alb !
sorhcd.
at is fatew he whispered, quite
lroused, to himself, for by some
strange coincidence Miss Worth had
been copying the papers of the OPP |
posing counsel in his lawsuit. His !
face lightcned as he became fully |
aware of The testimony and witnesses
TO be present. made some hurried |
notes and now knew what points to
guard in the litigation.
Bright voices and footsteps sounded |
outside and Marsh arose to face a |
Young girl twenty and child of six. |
fearing in her loving clasp the famous |
loll of the corner store.
"Oh, Aunty Phyllis" cried Edith |
,cstatically, rushing towards Marsh !
md throwing her arms about his neck.
It's the gentleman fairy!"
Marsh blundered through his equi-
local mission as best he might. He |
;nid nothing whom Miss Worth dis
covered his identity and insisted that