The day book. [volume], January 30, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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TOMBOY DAISY
By Mildred Caroline Goodridge,
"Bertha," I wouldn't stand it! If
I were in your glace I'd I'd run
away." .
"Where to, sister,-dear?"
"To Roscoe Dalton, of course.
Why, you're settling down like a
crushed victim. Father will break
your heart before he gets through
with his self-willed ways. Look here,
if you won't act with some pluck I'll
"Thunder!" He Ejaculated.
stir up something!" scolded Daisy
Newcombe.
"It's thinking of mother that
makes me hesitate," murmured Ber
tha, and then she dropped her fair
face into her hands and went on cry
ing. "They call me 'Tomboy Daisy,' "
soliloquized her sister as she left the
room. "Well, I'll do something that
will make them talk, this time. I'll
begin it by sending a telegram. I'll
wind up by keeping sour-faced, mean
old Silas Banks away from our house
tomorrow, if I never do another
thing!"
Impetuous, fiery Daisy ran down
the stairs, pulled on thick leggings
and donned her warmest atjtire, fpr it
was winter, with snow piled tour feet
high along the walks. She flung her
self out of the house. She was a
good deal younger than her sister, in
fact just fifteen, but she had the soul
of a woman and the nerve of a real
heroine.
Daisy went to the little railroad
depot and indited a brief, message. It
was to Roscoe Dalton, a hundred
miles away, and it read: ."If you care
anything for Bertha come quick or
some one else will get her." ,
Then Daisy turned her eye and ear
toward the big snow-clad hill rising
up from the village common. She
could see the young crowds with
whom she romped the merriest to
bogganing, she could hear their, gay
shouts. Her lips set firm, her cheeks
flushed, her bright eyes sparkled with
determination, and she thought hard.
"I'll do it!" she declared. "If Ros
coe" will only come we can beat Silas
Banks yet."
Daisy proceeded to the hill. A
dozen of her girl friends hailed her,
but she was all business and had only
a careless nod for them this time.
She proceeded over to one side of the
broad expanse where a dozen boys
were erecting a snow fort. Shewas
enthusiastically hailed as the captain
general of the sport in anticipation,
but she waved back an eager group,
ready 'to surround and worshh) the
girl favorite of their set.
"Go back to your work, all of you,"
ordered the imperious little beauty
"all but you, Ronald Grey. You just
step aside with me. .I've got some
thing particular to say to you."
Handsome but sensitive Ronald
obeyed her, flushing with mingled
embarrassment, pride and devotion.
"What is it, Daisy?" he asked de
lightedly. "You like me, Ronald, don't you?"
"Like you! "
"Oh, yes, I know what the boys
all say. Well, I'm going to prove if
you do. Will you do something spe
cial for me?"