Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1921-07-30

The arrow pointed 10 tall apart.
Deml house.
Sending her love to me, sohbed
Emelinc Taylor angrily a. She tore
the postal in two and tossed 1t into
the coal hod 10y the drum stove.
"Mittie. Is lea ready
Mittie Weed came scuflling her feet
while her dark eyes. scanning the
room. discovered the agilated face
of hei mistress, The unread letter
clutclcd in her hand and the torn post
card IN the coal bod. In a tricc Nit
tie had moved n small mahogany stand
beside the big chair, placed the little
tray. with its Steamng pot Of tea its
plate Of hot toast and dish of ounce
jelly. deity spread a damask napkin
over Mrs. Taylur's folded hands, I'M
covered the sugar bowl and cream
jug. and picking ~ the coal bod, van
iShed into the kitchen.
Here. alone. she drew out the torn
postal and studied II with plying eyes.
That girl ought TO be here looking
out for his ma II | had a mother
in-lorc-" Mittie wagged her untidy
head and pulled some letter paper
from corner cupboard.
Ten days later Mittie startled Mrs.
Taylor 10y giving notice and leaving
ut once. You can easily get some one
else. Miss Taylor said the girl stub
hornly when her employer protested
that She could not stay alone. Il
know u girl who would come and live
with you"
who Is shei' snapped the old lady.
Mitie didn't hear. "lll send her
around tonight. Miss Taylor. and
the door closed behind her.
"lngratiiude.' muttered Emellne
Taylor as She sat there alone. help
lesSly bound 10 her chair.
At = o'clock came a knock al the
door.
Come in. She quavcred.
A girl came IN She was not very
tall nor So very pretty. but She had
fresh. cUlorful face. with bright
bIown eyes and ruddy brown hair ;
her pretty hands We're capable look
Ing and her dress was neat and dainty.
"Mittic Weed said you wanted some
one to help YOU" she began Il am
not afraid OF hard work
Emclinc Taylor smiled in "a wintry
way You hook a. though you would
l.. pleasant to have around-hut, what
j. your name:"
IL am John Dixon's daughter. said
the gir slowly. My father calls me
.Ishnny."
John Dixon's daughter" Mrs.
Taylor regarded her curiously. dream.
lily. With the name came echoes OF a
girlh0od romance. the smell Of ia!
lilies drenchcd with dew the sound OF
whip-poorwill. a mans deep sigh
that was all John piXons daughter
she had always heard OF Dixon as
very prosperous farmer-why did
his daughter 20 out Ia work.
Would you care to have me siayT
asked the girl.
"Ye>-I am all alone. admitted the
older w"man bitterly.
A week later Mrs. Taylor was feel
my hetier 81 muc;I better She could
forgive Robins marriage 50 She took
cut all his unread letters and pernsed
them. when she finished the last one,
she locked clo>cl! ~ the TINY photo
graph 1t contained Then her eyes
lifted Ia the serene face az John
Dixons daughter who was sewing In
the sunny window
"pnrocn." she said softly.
The girl looked w guiltily. oh
you know 80 she hr,aihcd. Il had Z"
come after Mttic wrote To me- and said
you wcrc III and al"nc-wr did not
know and have taken your only
son away from You. and hoped YOU
would learn 10 love me---
Mrs Tayl"r's arms were around The
slender young form. Il need you. my
daughter" she whispered. and need
Robin and poor M'tlic in the Kitchen.
| need YOU all -
In some unaccouU;ahlc manner Miss
Mamie. Smith took the cniir, credit for
the reconciliation.