The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1921-05-21
Natalie's Misplaced
Sympathy
: 4 9.
ByLIL.4AN H. CROWLEY

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pointed girl. She had been so truly in
love With Paul Lester, and now every
thing was over between them forever
She never would love any one else.
never could. love him again. Perhaps
it was just as we'll TO find out that he
was" dictatorial brute. Brute? Yes,
he was brute to intimate that she
was a selfish butterfly who didn't
care for her fellow beings. He could
90 on with his old philanthropy for all
spent lots of his time in the slums-
but why should he think she ought to
spend her time there? :....; .
OF course, he didn't say just exactly
that, but ii was what he meant. She
was taking part in the bridge tOurna-
'ment and couldn't go and see the
woman he asked her to visit when he
had gone out of town.
OF course, everybody was sorry for
poor peOpteEs; *
Anyway, she would: show him that It
wasn't anything wonderful to be called
philanthropist: sShe'd show him that
she could dDijusti as good work in that
way as anybody Not that she wanted
to placate Nm; She didn't; but just to
show him. Tllep, when she had done a
dot of good work he could come to
her on Bonded knees begging her for
giveness, and she wouldn't grant it.
She never could love Paul again!
Natalie had no distinct plan for 60,
Ing out into the world as a humanita-
rian, but she would find a way. She
lay on the couch, moody and unhappy.
She knew her heart was broken and
there was no use In anything. Still,
one thing remained-she would show
Paul. Her pride demanded that.
Natalie, DEAR" said her mother,
coming into. the room dressed for the
street, 81 have just had disappoint-
ment. Mrs. Smith cannot help me at
the Women's club this afternoon, and
l am forced to call upon rou."
Natalie's first impulse waste refuse
to. go. then-"Why, yes. mother, I'll
help you. What is it?' :,
I'VE are having MIR. Fleming, the
director Of music i'm the public SCHOOLS,
give demonstrations with the chifdfeA !
of the work taught in the schools. |
need you to take charge of the groups |
of children and start them to the plat |
form in their turn" 4 Il
:Natalies went with her mother and |
before she realized it she was intensely
Then she spied little. boy, |
about seven years of age, with the /
most beautiful face she had ever seen.
He was wonderful. He was likeS a
young ST. John. He kept perfect time |
and sang with unusual intelligence.
Tears came to her eyes when she no
ticed his clothes. He had on the vest
and trousers of suit several sizes too |
large for him; his shirt sleeves were
rolled up to the elbow, his trousers
reached to the floor. and he wore no
coat.
Poor little fellow" she thought,
how he must suffer to go dressed so
when all he. other little
boys in his class are dressed in good
taste. His people must. be very poor
and these clothes are handed. down
from an older brother. I'll buy him a
suit myself! I'll take charge of him
and see that he gets the right things
to wear while he Is so little"
Her heart filed with Joy at the
thought of helping the dear little. fell
ow.' She ran TO the teacher who had
charge of the class and asked his, name
and address.
She had to leave before the class
had finished, to keep an appointment.
But she thought constantly Of the boy.
The next morning she started off
% ind the place where the boy lived.
She was surprised when she again
'ead the address, for it was in very
good part of town. There may be
some old rundown houses there" She
hought. -. = ~ ~
She could hardly believe. her eyes
when she saw the home. 1T was al.
most mansion. She compafed- the
lumber over the door with the number
IT the address on the card given her
~ the teacher. They were the same.
There was only one thing to do
20 up and inquire. The door was /,
opened by a maid in embroidered cap
md apron.
Can you tell me where may find
ne parents of little Bernard LII
nogesT
This is Mr.. Peter Limoges resi-
lence, madam,
But the poor little boy? Does he
I've IN the neighborhoodY
Master Bernard Limoges lives
Iere.t He is in School now. Would 4
'ou like to see his mother? She ia
A."
You don't understand. I am NOT
ooking for any one here. l am only ,
nquiring' for poor boy. See, this is
lis name and address," Natalie
howed the card to the puzzled maid. !
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