legal notices. IV PROBATE Manitowik’ County C'oubt. • In the matter of the estate of Mary 1 t“%ew>Bm M aml filing the petition of Ed. H. Comer Executor of the estate! of said de<-etised for the adjustment and allowance ol his administration aeeonntinijdttie assignment of the residue of said estate to sneh other persona as are l>y law entitledto thename:) It is ordered, that said account 1"- examined adjusted and allowed ata special term ol said court to be held at the office ol the county judge in the city of Manitowoc, in said ronnti on Tuesdav theUthday of April. A D , I " 1 - It is further ordered, that upon the adjust ment and allowance <>f -.•eh account by tins court as aforesaid, the residue of said estate is by tin- further order and judgment of this court, assigned to such persons as are ny law entitled to the same. , . It is further ordered, that notice of the turn and place of examination and allowance of anch account, and of the assignment ol the resume of said estate he given t<> all js-rsons interested hv publication of this order for three succes sive weeks is-fore 'an! clay, in the Mamlow's Pilot a weekly newsiiaper prints! and published at the city of Manitowoc and state ot w tsenn sin. Dated March Utb. IW. Hv the Court. JOIIN ( TlI-oUPKK. County Judge, Haeiiseli .V Kelley, Attorneys. Publish Mar It* 2U. April. 2, CTATE OF WIBCoXSIN-Makitowoc Coi’WTT Coitbt In Probate. , , In the matter of the estate of Wenzel Kromforst. deo-ased. , An instrument in writing, purporting to ■ the last will and testament of Wenzel Kromforst . of the town of Uilwon, in said coun ty, having Is-eii delivered into said court 'And Marv Kromforst, of tin- town of (jihson, in said county, having presented to said court her iM-titioii m writing duly verified, repre senting among other things, that said W enzel Kromforst died testate at said town of (llljson in said county, on the loth day of March, 1H that said instrument is the last will of said do ceased, and that Mary Kromforst is nanus therein as executrix, and prnjlug that said iti.t— ••ii.-nt l>e proven and admitted to probate and that 1.-tters testamentary Isi thereon Issued to Mary Kromforst , ... It is - .rdered Tliat said petition and the matters tle-n-in is- lu-ard and proofs of said last will and testament is- taken at a special term of sin.l countv - "iirt to Is- held at the probate office m tie-. 11v of Manitowoc, on Tuesday, tho Utli dav of \pnl. !!*■::. at JdoVlis-kA M Amlit is further oni*n*d 1 hat notice of the tirn* and pl< •• • f *anl h*arintf U* fcivi*n ly put*- licatloll hereof for three successive w. < ks. one ♦•H'-h w.-.-k pn piii tn tlu* turn* of Kind hoanntf In the Manitowoc Pilot a newspaper published in said Maidtowoe county. Dated .March ITtii, im. Apl. 2. IN PROBATE Manitowoc On xrv Coi ut. • In the mutter of tbu estate of A. B, Melemlv, ilktiiwil i in r. iolitiKii! >1 tiling the petit on of hhzalieth Mxletnl-, administratrix ~f the estate or said ,1 ;,,..'d fnr tile adjustment him! allow mico of li< r administration acmunt (and tin* a*signm*nt'f t>** residue wed at a nwcUl term 'il Mid I ourt to Ih- held at tlie office of the county judg. in the dty of .Manitowoc. in said county on Tuesday, the ~sth day of April, A 1) It if' further ord*T'd. that upon the.* adjust ment and allowaii' ** of Hindi account by thin court, as aforesaid, the residue* of said estate !• by the further order and judgment of this court assigned to Hindi persons as are by law entitled to the Maine. It in further ordered, that notice of the time and plaee ..f examination and allowaneeof Hindi a • oiint, and of the assignment of the residue fif iHld estate. he given to all persons interested hv publication of the order for three sueeess iv. weeks liefore said day. in the Manitowoc Pilot a weekl> newspaper printed and publish ed at the city of Manitowoc. and state of Wis consin. listed Mar*di *J4th, HMI Hy the < ourt, JOHN riUJ>rl*KK. County Judge Pub Marc h ‘iff, April li. It IS IMtoIiATK Mamtowoi - County Court ■ In the mutter of the estate of .1 P' Hammond deceased f^| fcV, 1 . ~1 . ':'> . ’%S ?* • joy An Easter Trio ••Chrisl Has "Risen, S~o Has LoiJc / ’* 71 k MANDA L. CROCKER. Sf m^mm RHK took a whittle from tin* .shelf and began brushing the odds and ends of a ITffflC&SI florist’s shop, from the long, mHmmmmmi l° w Counter. Sneh a crowd n there had been nil day! Some came in, radiant and happy-faced, putting tier in mind of sunbeams; some rushed In chattering selfishly with a Pharisaical air, while others stole in softly, white-faced and quiet, like the ■-hailow of a sorrow. Hut now, in the gloaming, the corner of West bridge and Main streets was deserted and Maysie Munro was alone with the impressions of their several moods, some of which grated on her heart slid nerves. The demand for flowers, especially lilies, had been “without precedent,”' Mine. Dernier had said. And Maysie wondered if the decora tive spasm iiad wrought such havoc at the other shops in file city. If so, this must be tin exceptionally praiseful Eastertide. Well, it was nice to join in the hap piness, if one could, but several vears ago she had ceased to lie praise ful. The whisk trembled an instant over a lovely bud, crushed, but so fra grant; it appealed to her heart, for it put Iter in mind. Hut then the limp lily-hud dropped into the waste basket and her face darkened. Doubt less lie thought she was still on the South side measuring ribbons at a doll.tr per diem; and, most likely, he was yet foreman at the Iron works across the river. Whisk, whisk! and the tidbits of bnd and bloom chased each other with increased momentum. "I mind how fond he was of lilies," she said as she sent the re ceptacle of fragrant snips spinning “Did We Pester You Awful?" tnto u recess. Turning ’round, she beheld n lovely Illy cluster jtarfially hidden from sight by a wreath of sinildx. Jlow came it to escape the purchasing rahhle? She drew the (tot Howard her until the satiny bells caught the light of tbc incandescent like :i sunset {{low. Into her face came a restful sutis faet ion. She would carry it to Ames Street church on the morrow and fry to be praiseful! Outside there came n trooping of < hildren’s feet, but it was rudely ar rested. With an Impatient yank May tie lowered ’ lii* hades and looked vexed, * he {famine of that quarter had a habit of congregating on the corner, in the evening, to admire the “posey shop;” and, usually she enjoyed it, Vmf they had no business to come to night. She could hear them dispers ing; going o(T reluctantly, disappoint ed. It did not matter; she would go upstairs, now, A soft, unobtrusive shuffle of small feet and a wee hit of humanity stood before the tribunal of her displeas ure'. “Did we pester you awfully lookin’ in?” Two slender hands crossed “I'vo Brought Your Eastor.” I themselves prayerfully ns the inter ro{fa(ive slipped its caltle. For a moment Muysie felt like the offender rather than the offended. "No, not awfully,” she answered, guiltily. Then a better impulse seized her. Coining forward, slie knelt by the little waif, feeling that the simplicity of childhood had com forted as well as conquered her. ‘’Maybe you won’t nndersfand, little one, but it bothers me when I cannot {five (lowers away; if they were mine, i now—” T he slender tinkers wandered over Maysie's Itrown braids. "O, yes; that's the way I feel, so often. Now if I only had a posey,” went on the pleading voice, "I’d carry it to a dear old lady, I know, at St. Mark’s." "At the hospital, you mean?" quieted Mnysie, absently. “Yes. ma’am.” answered the wee stranger, "and she’s been sick a loti{f time, too; but I’m so poor I can’t comfort anybody. O, if | only bad a posey for her Kaslerl Wouldn’t it lie heavenly?” "Heavenly?” and Mnysie siffhed, wen rily. “Why, sure! People's awful {find for Faster time,” continued the oracle, "an’ fix up the churches splen dif’rons; but the ‘vajfs’ and the raga muffins an’ eharffes ain’t in it, are they?" "I I hadn’t thought of that," an swered Maysie, weighing the lily cluster between the chancel of Ames Street church and a cot at St. Mark’s. “If I {five yon n beautiful lily, will you carry it to the dear old lady at bell-chimes in the morning?” she asked, finally. "As if I wouldn’t!” exclaimed the child, fairly transfigured with de light. “Then in the morning I will he wailing for you.” May ie went upstairs with n new thought, one of helpful kindliness. "I think I can do it,” she said; "it is not late;" and she took from a closet a gown of corn-flower bine. “It will make that little angel a nice Raster dress,” she went on. “I will pattern after one of those Mother Huhliurd affair that always fit. Ahl here la a blue ribttori which will do very well for a sash.” Then something ehe presented It self, She ran lightly down the outer stairs, feeling sure that the gamins had not vexed her after all. In a few minutes she returned and tucking away a small bur He in the work-basket, fell to work on the Mother Hubbard to be. In the glad Easter morning when the chimes began their melodious praise, the expectant child came gleefully into the shop. Mnysie noticed that the tangles had been arranged into shining curls and that the beaming face was clean, but the rags and tatters of yester night were' the same. “Come upstairs a minute,” she said, and the worn shoes pattered up the steps. “Now,” and she smiled at the child’s delighted wondering. “Your gown is just the fit. And here,” div ing into the work-basket, "are stock ings and slippers for two willing feet—feet that ought to have wings!” The slender hands again clasped themselves while the gratitude broke forth. “0, my! this is like Heaven; robes and flowers and things! Say! are you one o’ them Easter angels; I’ve seen ’em in pictures?” “Sh—sh!” and Maysie trembled with anew revelation. “It Is noth ing but a pair of cheap slippers and a made-over gown." “Goodness! I don’t feel that way," bubbled the child. “I —why I feel like they do in Paradise, I guess!” Maysie was rummaging in a drawer and pretended she did not hear, while every word of the delighted child was a “stone of help.” “Here’s a scarf for your curls, dear; the hat does for every-day, but this is Sunday, Easter Sunday, you know,” and she tied the lace under the dimpled chin. “0 to be sure; the blessedest East er!” was the gleeful assent, "and I’ll never forget.” "Neither will I,” said Maysie under her breath. “Now be careful,” she continued, audibly, as the wee fingers closed around the flower-pot. “It is a choice cluster, and there’s an Easter card attached. The dear old lady will see the cross and crown and understand.” “An’ if she asks me who sent the blessed thing?” questioned the waif with a tremor of joy. “Tell her a guardian angel sent it,” she answered, "but my real name is Maysie Munro.” "And mine is Dollie Flint," said the child, glad to exchange confidences with her new friend. The plain sunny room at St. Mark’s, so familiar to Dollie, was (piite empty when she went in. “Wh-y!” cried the child, with a shiver, "is she dead?" “0, no!” assured the smiling nurse, “she grew well enough to go home; but," seeing the flower, "in this room,” leading the way, “is a man who has no Easter at all. He surely would be glad of the beautiful lii.es.” The child peeped into the room in dicated and saw a pale, thin man leaning back in an Invalid’s chair, with his eyes closed. “He isn't asleep,” prompted the nurse; “he's thinking, 1 presume.” "Thinking he don’t have any Easter?" questioned Dollie, softly. The nurse nodded her head and passed on. “I’ve brought you your Easter," ventured the child, touching the sick man’s elbow, "a real offering lily.” The eyes flew open with astonished admiration. He took the gift in his shaky hands and caressed the pure blossoms with his wasted cheek. "Who sent me this bit of Heaven?" he faltered. “I did not know that a soul outside of St. Mark's ever thought of me—any more!” Dollie detected the loneliness in his voice, and straightway resolved that he should never know but that the lily was sent “right to him.” “If I’d tell him," she thought, “he prob’ly wouldn’t have it; an’ tin re'd be no Easter for anybody.” “Why, sir," she. said, with a smile, “a guardian angel sent it.” Then she called his attention to the cross and crown inseparable. "I s’pose you know all about it?" she asked, timidly. “0, yes,” he answered, “I under stand the cross part of it, but the crown is uncertain, ns yet. Hut who sent it, little one?” “Well," said Dollie, seeing a tear coming down the man’s cheek and feeling that she could not hold out against it, “if you’ll never tell; cross your heart, pon honor, why, I’ll fell you." “’Cross my heart, ’pon honor,” he agreed quickly, with shining eyes. “Why, her name is Mnysie Munro; and she’s awful nice, too." The man hid Ids face on his sleeve for a long time. Then he wrote something on a card, while Dollie watched him curiously. "Take this to the lady," he said. "She is a guardian angel and she will understand." “Here’s the man's thankfulness!” cried the child, ten minutes later, to Miss Munro. Then in great glee she told the story of the old lady's home-going and the incident in consequence. “It Is all so —nice!" said Maysie, with a queer little quaver, “the home going and the—‘thankfulness’—all go like a sweet story!” Then she kissed the wondering fp.ee and saw, as afar off, the gown of cornflower blue while she whispered; “We’ll go to see him this evening, dear, you and I.” When the light of the glad Easter faded in the plain room at St. Mark's, resting only on a Illy cluster, ns n golden tryst, Maysie Munro stood be side the Invalid’s chair, holding two thin hands caressingly and saying: “The crown covers the crosa, Eus tace!” And just outside the door flitted 2 f nflower blue gown, while a child* tah voice sang, unconsclouelyi “Guardian angrla Bralle above: ChrUt has risen, Bo has Lover v The Cook and the Case Did Any Woman Ever Hava Such Luck a Thif * */” HY were you not at church I on Easter day ?”querled the LLJ young woman in blue. "1 missed you, and it was very nice of me, too,” she add ed, “since I knew that your hat was sure to make my own look like a woman who is old enough to habit ually speak of herself as a ‘girl,’ at a debutante tea. 1 hope that noth ing was wrong--your new cook, of whom you thought so much, is not gone already, is she?” “She is now,” returned the young woman in gray, “and 1 never was so glad to see the last of my own moth er-in-law us I was when she depart ed!” “Oh, I see; she would go out her self on Sunday, when you had been saving all through Lent to buy the loveliest hat in town! No wonder that you were enraged at not having an opportunity to wear it!” “Nothing of the kind,” sighed the young woman in gray, “I was quite Cook Was Wearing Madame’s Hat willing that she should go to church on Easter, and—” “Oh, you poor martyr, you mean to say that you had a boil on your nose or a cold in your head that day?” “I had not; I never felt better In my life. You see, it was this way: We had no cook for two full weeks, and 1 thought that an excellent op portunity to —” “To save money? I knew it—it is that way with me—Harry can never eat anything that I cook, so I cook very little when—” “Why, yes, and the saving in my household allowance is wonderful. To be sure, Tom goes out to a res taurant for his dinner nearly every evening, but, then, that —” “Does not affect your economy? Of course not! if he will be so extrav agant!” “Mot at all. If I happen to be hungry, I can get a good meal at mamma's without spending a cent. 1 tell Tom that but for me ho wvould die in the poorhouse.” “And what does he say?” “Oh, the usual thing-—that he will be lucky if he escapes it, as it is. 1 suppose that must be a joke, ns I don’t understand it. Well, he sent (he new cook home from the intel ligence office one day, and 1 was half sorry, for I had picked out my hat and was saving for it. However, she was a fine cook, so I decided to give some little dinners while I had her.” “And you easily saved the money?” “Ye-es, I saved it, but —well, the day 1 went out to buy that hat I met my sister, who was on her way to buy some summer gowns, and asked me to go with her. Now, you know it is not human to allow your own younger sister to buy things which she thinks you can’t afford. In consequence, 1 soon had several gowns I didn’t need,and a deficit in my hat money—with Easter less than a week off!” “Oh, well, your husband could add what you needed.” “ll’m, h’m—and knowing that he could just as well give me the whole as part, 1 spent the rest of the money.” “Of course you did. Any woman—” “Yes. I stopped at the milliner’s on the way home to make sure that the hat was still there. Then I or dered an especially good dinner, and waited until the coffee came in to make my request.” “That was wise, for—” “1 thought so, but J was mistaken. When the cook brought in the coffee she told me that she must have her wages raised, or leave at once. I wvould have let her go, but Tom said that the woman who could cook a dinner like that deserved to have her wages raised, and he would do it!” "Oh, my goodness, and —” "Exactly. He said he couldn’t af ford the hat, because we had to pay Annie more money. And none of my pathetic reminders of my savings had any effect. Was It a wonder that I didn’t feel able to go to church on Easter?” “Mercy, no I” "When the cook asked for a holi day, I gave it to her, knowing—” “That you could punish Tom by giving him very little dinner?” "No; I decided we would dine at mamma's. I knew she would in quire the cause of my sadness, and I wanted him to hear rny reply.” “Thinking you could shame himinto giving you the hat, after all.” "Yes, but—well, as I was at. the mirror pinning on my old hat, the cook w>mt out. 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