The Lee County journal. (Leesburg, Ga.) 1904-19??, 1922-10-06
MADE TO ORDER
BY DORA MUTE

noon, Nathaniel, Mrs. Hayhes WuS
saying, but, you see, our Sewing
Circle Is way behind in their work for
the South Sea Islanders. Anyway
Anne Will be here soon and she can
sit with you until l get back" AS an
afterthought she added, Don't encour-
age her TO do anything for you, as she
is sure 10 have an accident-you
know we call her Awkward Anne
Nat smilingly acqulesced, and when
his aunt had trotted off to her circle
Nat drifted into light nap.
He was brought abruptly back from
dreamland by an exclamation OF ION,
myw followed by an avalanche of mis-
siles, some of which landed on his
knees while more of the same lodged
on his chest. The air seemed to be full
Of wild squawks Of Murder MUIR
derw AS he endeavored to sit up and
speak, a warm, furry object was thrust
into his mouth, while frantic mewing
arose, accompanied by wrigglings and
squIrmlngs about his neck and chin
ooh, myp continued the human
voice, while its owner stumbled over
his feet Now fully awakened, Nat In
Quired of the voice, "Who are you and
what Is this2" struggling with several
objects. Then, with laugh, he re-
membered his aunt's warning. Are
you Amer and faint "Yes" was his
answer.
"Well, / am sorry, but you will have
TO dig me out Of this avalanche, for
you see my eyes are off duty for
while"
Hurriedly, hands worked to relieve
him of his burden, the mewing died
down and the rasping cry of Murder"
was changed to an approving Every
fine, you are progressing" To break
Anne's embarrassed silence, Nat asked
"What is this?" lifting fiat, bulky
object.
my poems" answered the meek
voice again, with touch Of pride.
A flash Of wonder crossed Mats
mind as he tried to construct the pie
ture In his mind Of Awkward Anne"
about whom he had heard countless
laughable tales, in the role Of poetess.
In an interested wav. intended to be
soothing, he said, well, now, l guess
we can spend a pleasant afternoon
waiting for auntie to return from her
Sewing Circle II you are willing to
hear my complaints of the way fate
has laid me low with strained eyes,
and would be delighted If you would
read me some Of your poems, although
I could only offer an amateurs judg-
ment on them"
Anne's meekness evaporated as she
joyously exclaimed, How fine! You
know l have been trying for week to
get into the proper mood to write a
poem on my Impressions Of how a
person must feel when the light has
gone out of the windows of the soul
"When walked into Auntie's parlOr
and there you sat, with your eyes all
bandaged, 1t startled me so that ]
said: oh, N.Y. so suddenly in Polly's
ear that she screeched and grabbed
my ear in her beak. 1t hurt so that
/ lost my grip on my basket of kittens
and my POEMS" Here her voice lost
its joyous note.
While he suppressed his desire to
laugh, Nat explained how his "blamed
old eyes broke down" on him and in
her sympathy over his misfortune,
Anne forgot her unfortunate arrival
on the scene and confided to him how
hard 1t was to keep her poems out of
sight of her ridicullng relatives, and
of course no one could get the proper
effect of their lines unless she read
them aloud, so naturally Polly made
fine assistant when trained to say
"That Is exquisite"
When Auntie arrived, she was much
pleased with the state of affairs, and a
tiny hope stirred in her matchmaking
heart that these two would be attract
ed to each other. Nat was progressing
In his profession and Anne might be
walked out of that abstract manner
which flxed on her the handicap OF
awkwardneSs.
Auntie approved of the long after
moons down In the orchard which fol.
lowed, with Anne reading to Nat in an
earnest manner while Nat sat with
his lap full of sleepy kittens, and Polly
with her sage head on one side, offered
her compliments.
Anne posted big, mysterious, bust.
ness-like envelopes and Nat was fairly
caught with his bandages pushed up
over his forehead, writing feverlshly
in notebook on his knees. When dis.
covered, Nat begged her to keep his Sc
cret, but her curiosity became acute
when Nat returned from one Of his
trips to the city to see his specialist
with large parcel under one arm.
After supper he called Auntie and
Anne into the sitting room. where he
opened the package, displaying two
slim, blue covered books with the title
Poems Of Already. by Anne Brown"
While AuRtle gazed in wonder at her
copy, recollecting the afternoons In the
orchard, Anne exclaimed; oh, my, If !
could only help you in your llfework
as you have helped me-" to which Nat
made the astonishing reply. "You have
Anne" and forthwith offered for her
inspection a compact, brown-covered
book entitled, Personal Experiments
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