South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1921-10-26
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dGNlce, hc said earnestly. Thank
you again. and good-by."
He lifted his hat, turned with a
perfunctory salute TO me, a merry
one to Marion, and walked swiftly
around the bend in the road.
Lillian spread her hands wide and
bowed low in the direction the in
truders upon our picnic had gone.
4 Perfect Camp Fire.
80 endeth the first lesson" she
said with a little intake Of her
breath which told me how distastc-
full to her was the whole episode
that had been lightened only by the
wholesomeness of the boy, Ted. AS
I was saying when l was inter
rupted-'"
When do we eat?" l finished her
quotation laughingly.
Exactly / am ravenous Let's
get busy with the fire"
IF you'll just help me with this
stone. mother" an eXultant little
voice sounded behind her, we can
start the fire this minute"
We turned TO behold Marion tug
ging at a stone too big for her slen-
der arms.
Whatever in the world" Lillian
began, hurrying to her aid. while /
reached the child a second in ad-
vance. lifted The stone and looked
at Marion for directions
Just put it here, Auntie NIadge. "
she carolled, and Lillian and I gazed
/ in amazement at a neatly constructed
little cairn of stones with a hollow
inside where leaves tiny sticks and
small pieces of dead wood were piled
in a most approved camp fire.
81 just needed this big one for the
back" Marion said with a relieved
sigh when I had put the stone down.
Nov. mother, may | start it al!
myself? ] want to see If 1 can do
Il with one match"
Marion's Ambition.
why. my blessed baby" Lillian
said, amazement and gratified pride
in her face and voice. "Of course
you may start it. But 1 didn't know
you could do anything like this.
Who taught your"
Uncle Robert. first. up in the
Catskills." she responded, and
knew that despite her almost I'M
shakable poise every fiber Of Lii
lian's being was thrilling to that
name. Then I've read how the
Girl Scouts and the Girl Pioneers
and the Campfire Girls start fires.
and it's just the way Uncle Robert
taught me, so 1 know it's right. Gee,
wish I were old enough to be a
scout. Are the matches handy.
mother?"
What a diplomatic way of asking
me to hurry, Marion" her mother
said hurriedly, and l guessed that
she was masking her elation at Rob
ert Savarin's name with a lightness
she was far from feeling.
The childs expressive face clouded
ever so slightly.
II didn't mean II that way. Mum
Sic" she said contritely.
Lillian fairly sprang toward her
small daughter and Rugged the
child tightly TO her.
And 1 didn't mean anything
either, sweetheart" she said with
loving kiss. except that you're the
daughter a mother ever had. and
I'm so proud Of your camp fire It's
a perfect one, and here are the
matches. Auntie Madge and I won't
even breathe while you light them"
Marion took the matchbox. look
ing up rougishly at her mother.
Not them. mother. I hope. but
one she said That is IL don't
get nervous"
What. my brave little daughter
get nervous," Lillian's voice was
like a slogan. and the child rallied
10 il as 1 have seen her do before.
Whatever else Marion may be, II
her mothers training has any eff
feet she will never give nerves
as an excuse for her shortcomings
III do 1t, mother. I'm sure" she
cried, and she cupped her fingers
carefully. struck the match. nursed
the flame and applied it gently TO
the dry leaves.
And in another minute a cheer
ful cracking told US that our camp
fire was a success.