Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1921-09-03

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Miss Emily Van Dustin was mark
ing time in her beautifully furnished
den. Her good looks, good taste and
charming clothes successfully camou-
tagged her yhirty-fiye years To ana easy
twenty-eight She had good sense,
too, and admitted that life was be-
coming increasingly stale.
Ii was the Father OF His Country's
birthday therefore a holiday Miss
Emily hated holidays, the time for
family ger-togethers. firing of re
Election. she decided to take a walk.
Katie kommon, a rosy, freckled
maid Of twenty. walked listiessly
down Pedigree avenue, on which was
the home Of Miss Van Dustin. She
had no place TO go and no compan-
ions, a holiday was such useless
gift
Ii was a mild, sunny day and She
took seat in the little park that ter
minated the avenue. Self-pity usually
ends in tears. Being alone she cried
unrestrainedly.
What is the matter?"
I'm Katie Kommon, and I'm gem
eral in Mrs. Coates far lily"
~ general2"
"Yessum. General maid"
"oh' Haven't you any friends in
the city,"
Nom. I'm stranger, and don't
know anybody. | want chum TO 20
around with, like other girls"
Were both in the same boat, Katie.
l want chum, too Come home with
me- and Wen finish this tiresome hol-
iday together"
Katie looked at the beautifully
gowned lady beside her in astoniSh-
ment as she stammered, why, IL
couldn't
"Oh, yes, you can Come"
They soon reached the Van Dustin
residence Admitting with latch
key, Miss Emily led the way TO her
den, which was arranged for tea,
Nov, Katie" she said as She made
the tea, tell me where your home
isT
an Maine Father is dead, and
I'm the oldest of five. ! send money
home to help out"
"And you've no friends heref"
Nom. It's awful lonely sundays
and holidays are the worst, I'd like
TO belong to club, or something
Katie let's start club of TWO,
said Emily There's a sunny, front
room ON the second floor chat Wen
use for a clubroom. 1t shalt be open
to lonely girls, on Sundays and holt
days"
"Where'll you lind girs2"
"rn find them. VIII YOU come next
Sunday? Wen have music, talks and
eats, 10 start with"
"oh I'd love to."
The Sunday newspapers carried the
following advertisements:
Wanted, a dozen lonely girls the
loneIier the better. Apply at p Ped
igree avenue on Sunday"
Loneliness and curiosity, both, in-
duced ten girls to investigate, and
they found a cordial welcome. over
The tea and cakes Miss Van Dustin
explained her project.
And that was the beginning Of the
holiday club. and--of something else.
Among those who read the adyer-
tisement was Mrs COrneUa brewster
Van Dustin, posSessor Of the bluest Of
blue blood. society leader, and aunt 10
Miss Emily She was shocked. horri-
fed. wrathful
She summoned a family council
and ordered that Emily he ostracized
Il she refused to abandon her plebeian
club. Some dcmurred. but none dared
oppose. The ultimaum was deliy-
cred by Aunt CorneIa over the tele-
phone.
"Oh, fudge said Miss Emily, drop
ping the receiver.
But she felt hurt however when
q fortnight later, Mrs. Van Dustin
gave a brilliant social affair to which
her niece was not invited
A week later a conspicuous sign in
black and white hung from the sec
ond-story window Of the Van Dustin
ancestral home It announced. a
Holiday Club for Working Girls. Come
In"
The sign arrested the attention Of
q man wbo wos walking down Pcdi-
gree avenue lie was about fortg
tan, and fine Io0klu," so Katie said
He hesitated moment. tLen crossed
the street and rang the bell q No ~
rrt.a man .gaar4sF Sim .f. ~ ..-.I