Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1926-01-22
"Thy Name Is
Woman"
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
BY NANCY NJ. WALSH

ten the letter and had given II to
Tcssa to mall. by Ave o'clock he would
have it--and would know, as sho
knew that they could not 20 on, that
she did not love him, and TINT there
were many others who meant MS much
to her.
She wns rather proud OF that letter,
Its directness and tinality, its self-suf.
hclency. Bob would be furious, and
then he would be rather sad and hurt.
She knew all the stages through
which his temper, his pride and his
sensitiveness would lead him.
By midnight he would be contem.
plating suicide. And at daybrenk he
would probably leave for the wIlds of
Africa. (They always did.) For what
charms could Boston hold for him
when she, Mnrgery Doe Eliot, his only
love, did not love himl
He would send Il tear-stained note
OF farewell. And so years hence she
would read II again and smile sadly.
II he went away she would never see
him again.
Oh, well, there were plenty Of 9th,
ers, and she would soon forget. OF
course, for the first few weeks she
would miss him-hls calls and his de
pendable attentions; she hnd been fair
with him.
Margery ate n lonely lunch. The
food was rather tasteless, and she was
glad to finish, to go back to the rosy
solitude OF her sitting room.
On her desk was picture of Bob
What smiling eyes he had And such
a firm, determined chin Impatlenty
she turned the picture to the wall.
She dropped Into chair with such
force that she knocked her brass bowl
Of roses to the floor There they lay
ut her feet II fat, pink blossoms In a
sud, splnshed puddle of water. She
rlghted the bowl, picking the blooms
up tenderly. Bob had sent them to
her YEARLY she stamped from the
room and donated the bowl Of fra
GRANGE to the library.
1t was all over And she was glad.
But she wished now that she had
something to do
Sadly she gazed out Of the window
All the little plots OF grass were an
eager ardent green. robin sang
Justify from budding snplng Mar.
gerry, disappearing of his Haunted
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The telephone rang. The tailor
would send up her suit tomorrow. The
telephone rang again. Aunt Miriam
would like Margery to dine with her
on Wednesday. The doorbell rang.
With unconsclonuble haste Margery
dashed into the hall. What was It,
Tessa! Who was til
But Tessa was busy conversing wifi
the unknown caller.
A man! Margery could hear the
low, soft rumbllng of his voice II
sounded like -. No, of course II
wasn't Bob. After that letter he would
never call. But 1t was not yet five
o'clock; he hadn't received 1t yet.
Margery was nearly consumed with
regret that she had ever written the
note.
The door slammed. She leaned far
over the bannister. "Tessa, who was
itY
"Oh, miss, be careful; don't fall"
"Who was 1t, Tessaw
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"Yes, yes Who"
"oh, that was one of them brush
men. l told him we had tooth brushes
and hair brushes and coat brushes and
floor brushes. And Miss-oh Miss
Margery-"
But Miss Margery had deserted her
precarlous position. Tessa sighed as
she climbed the stair and tapped at
the closed door. mufiled shout bid
her enter. Tessa crept in.
| well"
"Oh, Miss Margery, this morning,
you know, had the toothache awful
"I'm sorry"
But miss, had It so bad l took
to my bed"
ooh, that's all right"
But miss, IL just remembered,
miss, that | haven't-er-that | didn't
/ yet post that letter you gave me. It's
! here, though and I'll go right out
What, MISS"
81 said give 1t to me- Thank you
and never mind, Tessa,'
The door closed behind the relieved
little maid The telephone rang There
was a sound of tearing, ciumpling pa
per. Then Margery answered casu
ally.
yes . yes, this is Marge.
What2 I. Why, I'd love to, Bob
! Won't you come to dinner here
firstl Mother would love to have you
AT seven. Fine :.
Good-by, dear"
Margery smiled. Then she turned
back the picture on her desk, and
humming little song, danced off to
the library to retrieve her bowl of
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