Gilpin observer., 1920-10-07
Two in a Toy.hop
BY JESSIE DOUGLAS

| She laid down her hammer with a sigh
| and looked about her. Above her on q
| trestle stood long row of tiny era.
dies, each one perfect, waiting now
for their coats of blue paint.
Across the high wooden bench Laeta
caught the eyes of stranger looking
| at her wistfully,
"a man in a toy shop" Laeta told
herself disgustedly; "brave work for a
man. She brushed back thick lock
of red hair that would persist in fall
ing across her white forehead, and
slipped off the black smock that COW
cred her little gingham dress.
"A white lily" the man thought as
he faced her.
But Laeta did not return the frank
question in his eyes. Instead she went
forth into the early dusk with her
wide gray eyes unseeing on the quaint
streets, streets that ambled uphill and
curved leisurely down to the blue wa
ter.
At her own gate the hollyhocks
nodded rosy greeting, and Laeta
stopped to gather the fragrance Of
the bed of old-fashioned pinks. She
turned when she heard an uneven step
on the wooden pavement of the village
street. 1t was the stranger, the man
who had just come to work in the toy
shop. She saw then that he was lame.
'Laeta!" voice sounded behind the
hollyhocks. "What's keeping you,
child? Teas ready"
Over the tea table Laeta told them
of the day, how her design had been
praised, the one of the farmyard with
all the painted wooden animals; how
the new air brush was working-but
Laeta did not mention the stranger
When tea was over and Laeta had
polished the last fluted glass and laid
the shining knives and spoons in the
white closet in prim rows she
touched her mothers white hair with
softly behind her.
"She's not happy" her mother
thought, but she said nothing to her
husband, who, with glasses high on
his head, was reading the evening pa
per.
Once outside the garden Laeta hur-
ried down to the water front. She
walked on and on until she had passed
the last gray fishermans hut and
climbed far out on the colored, jagged
rocks that lined the shore.
Here she sat down with her face to-
ward the far horizon, where the wa
ter met the blurred line of sky. A
white sail shimmered for moment
In her vision before 1t dipped beyond
her sight.
II want to go, too" Laeta said soft
ly. II want to live-to be free! Am
I going to be like old Miss Henry and
little Miss Leila, living alone in a
white house in twisty little street
forever?'
Then she heard voices beyond her
and involuntarily she listened. isn't
1t the most picturesque place? The ma
tives are so quaint. Why, they've
lived always in these funny little
houses" Their voices trailed off.
+. Laeta turned to see the Summer peo-
p'S' '"o SINS III SiGeitSt WHite Dut-
nncing precariously on high white
heels over the shelving rocks.
She looked down at her worn, shah
by shoes and faded gingham dress and
felt mOmentary sense of loss But
there was no mark of her battle, no
sign of the longing in her face when
she returned an hour later.
The next day found her at work as
usual in the toy shop. painting three
white daisies and one pink hollyhock
on the headplece of the wooden dolls
cradle.
On very high stool with black
smock covering the slim whiteness of
her, and lock of red hair that would
fall across her eyes, she did not know
what II picture she made and how
the stranger looked at her more often
than ut the tiny sailboat he was rig
ging.
But Laeta never even thought OF
him until closing time. and then his
rrutch startled her as It fell. She
picked 1t up and handed 1t to him. and
somehow she found herself replying
sravely 10 his questions. He was not
like the other men, she decided. more
like II woman-slmple and kind.
Other men frightened her, fright
ened her so much she could never an
swer them--but this man-why-she
could only pity him.
She said good night across the hol-
lyhocks and watched him stumble Off.
Somehow, his crutch did not seem to
suit him. Yet when Laeta asker her.
self the Inevitable question, "Could I
like himi" she knew the answer was
mo-" for she loved bravery and
strength and man who dared every
thing-not n lame stranger with n
thin, gaunt face.
The days went on, long days In the
10y shop while Laeta painted inevitable
daisies and glued together small parti-
tions and hammered tiny nails into po-