Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1921-12-01
The arrow pointed to a tall apart

The arrow pointed to a tall apart
ment house.
Sending her love to me" sobbed
Emellne Taylor angrily as she tore
the postal in two and tossed 1t into
the coal hod by the drum stove.
"Mlttie, is tea ready?'
Mlttie Weed came scufillng her feet
while her dark eyes, scanning the
room, discovered the agitated face
of her mistress, the unread letter
clutched in her hand and the torn post
card in the coal hod. In trice Nit
tie had moved small mahogany stand
beside the big chair, placed the httle
tray, with its steaming pot Of tea, its
plate of hot toast and dish OF ounce
Jelly, deftly spread damask napkin
over Mrs. Taylor's folded hands, IN
covered the sugar bowl and cream
jug, and, picking up the coal bod, van
ished into the kitchen.
Here, alone, she drew out the torn
postal and studied it with plying eyes.
THAT girl ought to be here looking
out for his ma! If | had mother
in-lore' Mittie wagged her untidy
head and pulled some letter paper
from a corner cupboard.
Ten days later Mittie startled Mrs.
Taylor by giving notice and leaving
at once. You can easily get some one
else, Miss Taylor said the girl, stub
bornly when her employer protested
that she could not stay alone. Il
know girl who would come and live
with YOU"
"Who is she?' snapped the old lady.
Mittie didn't hear. "Tll send her
around tonight, Miss Taylor and
the door closed behind her
"Ingratitude, muttered Emeline
Taylor as she sat there alone, help
lessly bound to her chair.
At o'clock came a knock at the
door.
Come in" she quavered.
A giIf came in. She was not very
tall nor so very pretty, but she had
fresh, colorful face, with bright
brown eyes and rudy brown hair;
her pretty hands were capable look
ing and her dress was neat and dainty.
"Mittie Weed said You wanted some
one to help you she began. Il am
not afraid of hard work"
Emeline Taylor smiled in wintry
way. You look as though you would
be pleasant to have around-but, what
is your nameT
81 am John Dixon's daughter" said
the girl slowly. "My father calls me
Jimmy"
John Dixon's daughter?" Mrs.
Taylor regarded her curiously, dream
lily. With the name came echoes of q
girlhood romance, the smell of day
lilies drenched with dew, the sound of
a whip-poor-will, a mans deep sigh
that was all. John Dixons daughter"
she had always heard of Dixon ss
a very prosperous farmer-why did
his daughter go out TO work?
would you care to have me stay?"
asked the girl.
'Yes-I am all alone" admitted the
older woman bitterly.
A week later Mrs. Taylor was feel
ing better-so much better she could
forgive Robins marriage--so she took
out all his unread letters and perused
them. When she finished the last one,
she looked closely at the tiny photo
graph it contained. Then her eyes
lifted to the serene face of John
Dxon's daughter, who was sewing in
the sunny window.
"Doreenl" she said softly.
The girl looked up guiltily. ooh
you know" she breathed. Il had to
come after Mittie wrote to me and said
YOU were Ill and alone--we did not
know-and | have taken your only
son away from you, and | hoped you
would learn to love me-"
Mrs. Taylor's arms were around the
slender young form. 81 need you, my
daughter" she whispered, "and | need
Robin--and poor Mittie in the kitchen.
| need you allW
In some unaccOuntable manner Miss
Mamie Smith took the entire credit for
the reconciliation.