Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1921-07-29
ROMPERSl
6y AGNES C. BRoGAN.


NC 1921, by Mcclure Newspaper syndicateD
FanchOn paused as she turned the
pages OF her new pattern book and
gazed like one bewitched 1t was the
her eve, and the boy was wearing
captivating suit of rompers. At least
that was the name the fashion book
gave to the Illustrated article of APP
parel. FanchOn smiled, delighted.
The boys yellow hair was just the
color Of the pale pictured material;
while the blue of his appealing eyes
matched exactly the rompers' bind
Ing. He was lovely boy. A softness
came to the young woman's beautiful
eyes as she studied the pattern.
Softness was foreign to Fanchon's
usual laughing style. She had laughed
her way through many difficulties and
had Knocked at barriers high. So
that now, in q brave yet Indifferent
sort of way, she had reached her
present success In the business world
Of the great strange city. For Fan
waters, and the home that sheltered
her childhood was on the far-away
hills Of France. But that time, too,
was far away and half forgotten.
This Mademoiselle Fanchon was
charming creature, with pleasures
ever coming to seek her favor. A
dainty, lovely doll of a woman, in
whom as yet the most persistent ad-
mirer had failed to discover a heart.
Now Fanchon bent over the picture,
and all at once In rush of lmpulsive
ness she was bending over her cutting
table, and pale soft material was In
her hands. She hummed gaily as she
sought out blue facings and laughed
a little happy laugh as she eagerly
started the stitching. A dimple popped
out IN her olive-cream cheek at
thought Of common rompers displayed
IN he "FanChon Shop" Then she
suddenly decided that the rompers
never would be displayed. They were
one OF her fancies-she could not tell
just why this fancy so deeply held
her but the rOmpers would be laid
away IN the square mahogany box un-
til ZONE little boy might be found
perhaps 70 suit them. For he must
have yellow curls, this boy, to receive
Fbnchon's gift, and eyes wide and
blue. She held the garment up when
1t vas finished and triumphed over It,
/ then whimsiCally folded 1t away.
/ LOO, % 1nly
her to dinner. FanchOn's merry com
psnioushlp was cheering in her own
/ diEcoura gements But as the two
/ passed out through the street door a
/ pathetic picture greeted them. A
small boy very shabby as to knees
and elbows, and very dirty, as to face
and hands, bent anxiousy over
PROSTATE yellow dog in the street be-
fore them.
a. car nit Tige," he sobbed in an
swer to Funchons quick questioning.
'"Ihe dog is not badly hurt" man
nearby assured her.
The child looked up hopefully into
the young woman's sympathetic face.
"plesse" he begged, carry Tige up
stairs for me-"
I.aughngly Fanchon waved her
friend aside. "GOod-by Lucille" she
sud You know me; l will have to
do rs Sonny says"
The elevator stopped at the ninth
door Of the building. 1t was there
thar the BOY told her his father lived.
I ENa oh to ell nd PRIV
emily followed into the room, the lame
dog IN her arms. And as the two en-
tered the disordered apartment,
mGn with rumpled hair as yellow as
the small boys own. and blue eyes as
frank and as young in their gaze,
loahed up, confused at the invasion.
He was sewing, Fanchon noticed,
clunsily sewing with darning needle
upon some article of childish apparel.
RU' wheG the man arose at his young
son. abrupt introduction, his man
ner was approvedly courteous, and
his grateful smile most winning.
"Fow kind he thanked Fanchon
40 come to the relief of my little boy
He Is sadly neglected these days. We
seem TO have difficulty in holding our
housekeepers Dickie Boys mother
died when he was BORN
i. When the yellow dog was made
comfortable upon cushion the man
came back again to find the artist of
fine needlework shaking her head
sadly over his bungled mending.
you see," he apologetically ex-
planned. "Dickie Boy pOkes his knees
and elbows through the things about
as fast as can sew them up. Some
time we hope to be prosperous enough
to have on hand an unlimited supply
H of clothing, but now" Dickie Boys
father sighed. "Mend 'em every night
when | come home" he said.
Fanchon's black eyes were dancing.
wait moment" she cried, and ran
out through the door.