The Wyandotte herald. (Wyandotte, Mich.) 1879-1943, 1940-08-16
prospects Of company for the eve

prospects Of company for the eve
ming.
Outside the wind was already
bowling and TIE ram falling in tor
rents. 1t was quite out of the ques-
ton to go to neighbours, the near
est one, excepting the new family
of foreigners" being 10 minutes
walk away. She was afraid.
To call the boy home was not
to be thought of-nOt IN this storm.
Il had all seemed so easy, that
someone would be able TO respond,
s hadn't counted On anything else.
from the back porch came a
sho-p rap and the woman arose
quickly. She slipped the chain into
tie door. The wind and rain beat
against her as she opened the rear
door to look out.
The man standing there was IN
Ccuth and unshaven.
It's bad night, lady" he said.
81 thought as how you might give
me shelter and bite TO eat"
I'm sorry" answered the wom-
an, hoping he wouldn't notice her
chattering teeth and trembling body.
But, you see, my husband is doc
tor, and just now he is sleeping and
! wouldn't want to disturb him. Go
into the garage; it Will shelter you
and later / will send you food"
With all her strength she closed
the door against the storm and sank
back and exhausted TO the floor.
Suppose he should try TO force the
window? Did he know she was not
telling the truth about the doctor?
What would he do when he saw that
there was no car in the garage?
And still the rain beat relentleSsly
against the window and the wind
told awful things.
If she but dared to phone DR..
Biake's home. But she was afraid
to turn her back, afraid of what she
might see in the long glass panels
Of the front door.
And then quite suddenly through
al the horror of the night there
came whistle, familiar and clear.
It came nearer, and nearer, until it
was outside her very door.
Feverishly she flung the door open.
A boy stood there, warm-eyed and
friendly. grinning at her.
Il told mother you were here
alone in this Storm" he explained,
land she sent me over to ask you
to our house to supper and to stay
until the doctor comes home" And
the woman could only say over and
over:
Joe, oh, I'm SO glad, so glad!"
Later on, in the cosy, Immaculate
guest room of the Govoni cottage,
Mrs. Maynard sat down to rewrite
her Columbus day paper.
81 am ashamed she had told the
good people, "dreadfully ashamed"
and tears had filled her eyes.
1T is quite all right" they had
assured her. And the man had add
ed:
when it comes around to Column
bus day Joe likes to have an adven-
ture-a discovery he calls it. You
helped him out tonight and gave him
something manly to do"
But it was after the Columbus day
exercises that Mrs. Maynard felt a
little better.
She had told far and wide the
story of the night before, had hon
estly admitted her narrowness, and
as Mrs. Maynard was the social
leader, everyone followed her exam
pie.
Mr.. and Mrs. Govoni had sat with
rapt faces while Joe'S sweet, flute
like voice had sung, My Country
'Tis of Thee"
There had been Misunderstanding and
greetings and good fellowship had
encircled the hall.
well, Columbus the Second"
said Mrs. Maynard, coming upon
that small gentleman as he stood
apart from the others for a second.
What did you discover today"
Columbus the Second squared his
shoulders and smiled frankly:
ga friend" said he