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THE WRONG RUSHVILLE
By Marion Warrington
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"I am tired of it all," spoke Myra
Cloyd, and she -sighed and really
looked weary and discontented.
Mrs. Verner, her aunt, glanced at
her quickly, shrewdly. She traced
signs of worry in the fair guest she
had entertained through a busy so
"You need a rest, a change, dear,"
she remarked, soothingly.
"The change, perhaps, yes," ad
mitted Myra. "Rest? Oh, just the
reverse of that, dear aunty. I can
never thank you for all the trouble
you have had to give me the grandest
time of my life, but there is so much
hollowness and insincerity to all the
people I have met that I am not only
disappointed, but weary of it all."
"I am what they call a worldly
woman, Myra," spoke Mrs. Verner,
gravely, "but down in my heart of
hearts I commend your point of view.
My thought has not been to merge
you into the social whirl, but to give
you the experience that will enable
you to contrast the varied isses of
life. I had hoped, though, that the
philanthropical work would interest
"Aunty, dear," broke in Myra pas
sionately, "it is there that I have seen
the weakness of the system followed.
I will not say that good results in the
concrete are not attained, but so
much time wasted by impetuous
members with a theory to exploit. Oh,
aunty, if only I could go direct to the
poor and suffering! I would give my
services, the fortune dear dead father
left me to relieve them."
"You would be deceived, robbed on
every hand," declared Mrs. Verner.
"Good, kind soul that you are! You
spend a week or two with Aunt Mar
tha at Rushville. It will quiet you and
settle down your ideas after the tur
bulence of the past three months."
Myra had never been to Rushville, j
but she had twice received a visit
from Aunt Martha when her father
was alive. She recalled the plain
faced but charitable-hearted old lady,
anticipating guidance and help in
framing up her life work, for Myra
felt that she had a call to assist in
the great benevolence her fortune
would allow. She was tired and had
a headache and longed only for a rest
when she reached the big crowded
"Rushville," she spoke, approach
ing one of the many ticket selling
'Rushville," She Spoke
windows, received a bit of stamped
cardboard and was soon past the iron
guard gate and selecting a seat on
the shady side of the car.
Myra let her mind drift Then sIip
must have dozed. It was quite dusk
and the car lamps were just being
lighted when the train slowed up and
the conductor sang out: "Rushville!"
Myra caught up her satchel and
stepped out upon the platform of .
little flaer station. It was surronnrlpfi
"by freight trucks, there were no hous
es in sight, only a crippled flagman,