furnish up some comfortable rooms.
Then he happened to call on Miss
Eva Briggs. She was a close friend
of Grace, that was why Lyndon liked
He was glad to listen to her warm
praises of her dear chum. She told
him how Grace was at the head of
the society that was arranging to
provide free ice all summer to the
poor families living over on the flats.
"I'm in on that!" declared Lyndon,
and he promptly donated a hundred
dollars. When he got home he found
he had inadvertently slipped into his
pocket a list Miss Briggs had showed
him of over 50 families in the poor
section of the town where the head
of the household was out of work
and where help was sorely needed. In
each instance there was an infant
whose comfort could be increased by
a regular supply of ice, to preserve
milk and other necessaries during
the hot spell
Lyndon was about to hasten back
with the list when a great idea came
into his head. He laughed in a jolly
way as he formed a speedy plan. Its
first step was to copy the list Th'e
next morning he returned the orig
inal to its owner. Then he proceeded
down to the flats.
Lyndon wound up a dolorous route
at noon. His experience had made
him serious more than that, pitifuL
He had never faced such sordid dis
tress before. He was practical enough
to discern that the well-meant phil
anthropy of the ladies' society was
circumscribed. They had little mo
ney to go on. Ice was, indeed, a
blessing to the hovels of the poor, but
that did not go far enough. It was
the babies they planned to reach.
"And most of them had no milk to
keep cool," soliloquized Lyndon. "Ill
fix that end of it, though."
And he did, thus: On a certain
morning each one of the persons on
the ice list received a notice that
every morning and evening a milk
wagon would make the rounds of the
flat Each morning and evening a Itrayed Lyndon,
quart of pure fresh mflk would be
left at their doors. "
And, sure enough, the following
day this welcome distribution began.
A gruff, bewhiskered driverwho did
no talking, began a steady Tregujar
routine of delivery and' ailing babies
ceased to watt, t
There was great rejoicing among
the denizens of the-flafef The identity i
of their generous almoner was un- i
known. The driver of the mflk wagon
had simply stated that he was "A i
Good Fellow." The ladies' society
fluttered and wondered. They wel- t
corned this co-operation, but natural- i
ly were curious and speculative.
One afternoon Grace was retiring
from a visit to a sick family at the
flats. Half a mile of bleak prairie T
separated the section from the built- t
up portion of the town. A great dash t
of rain overtook her. A fierce blast
of wind turned her umbrella inside r
out and tore it from her hand. f
In dismay Grace was about to make F
a quick dash for shelter back at the ?
flats, when, coming from its direction
Lin the driving rain, she made out the '
mysterious milk wagon that had been
the cause of so much curiosity and '
comment among her fellow workers.
She was gratified at an opportunity
to view In person the generous-heart-
ed almoner who was co-operating
with them in their charity work, as
the driver halted the vehicle with the
"Jump in, lady Fll get you to
Then as Grace crowded to his side
he whipped up his horse. She was
trying to get a clear glimpse of the
bewhiskered face when there came a
shock and a crash. One wheel had
struck a rut, and the vehicle tipped
to one side with a force that flung her
violently against the dashboard.
Oh! Are you hurt?" cried Lyndon
apprehensively, grasping her in his
She stared at him strangely. The
accent of his natural voice had be-
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