The herald. [volume], August 11, 1921, Image 14

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its arrival In this country by the AutOcaster service, of which this paper is a member. The men shown as
Lenin's assistants and the picture sbows the kind of men who rule Russia. The man with his hband on t.
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A BERRY SURPLUS
By ADDILE GRAVELS.
(E, 1921, by McClure NewspaPer Syndicate.) li
"You do heat the band picking blue
berries, Dorothy. You've been gone P
only two hours, and there a:re 16
quarts, if not more in those pails-- h
they look as big as the swamp berries, C
though; it must be dandy pickilg. I a
shall have all my jars filled with blue- fi
berries, if you keep on, and have to buy
more-and they are awfully dear this t,
year." o
Dorothy's heart was thumping like d
the big drum In the bhand-ragtime, at c
that. She had turned her back to hide a
her confusion and was searching the I
pantry for Ipans for picking over the a
berries. When she returned, her moth
er continuled: e
"I heard today-Jane Butterfield told F
me--that Jim Htamfiorth is home. She s
said he is in the insurance business In
Boston-is superintendent of some of- t
I fce of the Plymouth Rock company. t
She said he is doing tine, and was
dressed up to kill when he arrived. I t
suppose he hates farming worse than t
ever." I
)Dorothy made no reply to her moth
er's remarks and changed the subject I
by demanding some fruit jars. Jim I
and she had been sweethearts, but her i
father had sent Jim away because he I
refused to stay with his father on the
farm, insisting on going to the city to i
work.
If Dorothy's mother had followed her
on her blueberry trips, she would have
discovered the cause of the full palls
that reached the kitchen each day. It
was old Rex who was the Instigator
of the whole thing. He was with his
master who was picking blueberries in
the edge of the swamp which bordered I
Dorothy's father's blueberry pasture.
That he was there with premeditated
intentions of finding Dorothy was the :
result of almost a year's endeavors and
hope.
But old Rex discovered her first. His
nose was sharper than his master's
eyes, for didn't he love Dorothy toot
Maybe she surmised the nearness of
Jim.
With questioning eyes they searched
each other's faces.
The year's space of absence was
spanned by a few seconds. At last,
after the flooded greeting subsided. Jim
invited Dorothy into the swamp, where
the berries were bigger and hung in
great bunches from tall trees in the
shade of young pines. The blueberry
bushes were so high Jim had to jump
to catch hold of the lower limbs. He
had to hold them down while they both
rapidly scooped off the berries, quickly
filling the palls.
If Dorothy had gone home at once,
her mother would have been more mys
tified than she was when her daughter
did arrive. But the couple sat down
on a fallen log, entirely forgetting the
berries. Rex was glad to see Dorothy
in his master's arms-to know they
were both happy. He could tell when
*t. things were all right.
Dorothy was very silent about her
daily work. Her mother watched her
with anxious heart. She remembered
the time when she and Pa picked blue
berries together in a gill dipper-he in
knee overalls-she in "a long-sleeved
tire"-both with bare feet.
A few years later came the buslng
bee, when she found the red ear, and
they dared the bashful eighteen-year
old boy to kiss her. Then the shy
courting, broken by the horrible ver
dict of Grandfather Downing, forbid
ding the marriage.
) IPa was too slow and stupid to
amount to anything. "Lazy," grand
father said. How, after two years of
misery, they accidentally met in an
other town and returned man end
wife. And now pa had $20,000 in the
bank.
She sighed and studled Dorothy. But
Dorothy did not sigh. It wretched
she kept up a "brave front," and her
mother made no comment When Dor.
othy asked her to go blueberrying with
her one morning ma was surprised.
"We don't need any more bluebes
rles, Dorothy," she insisted. But Dor
othy, with an Inscrutable mile, got the
SpaIlls and coaxed her mother to gla
Mrs. Meredith resIted Dorothy's ap
- peals to enter the swamp, but finally
yielded when she perceived there was
a reasonm for the request. When they
came to the log they found It occupied
by three people-Jim, his brother and
a stranger. Jim rose and at once In
troduced a man.
"Mrs. Meredith, this Is my friead,
Rev. Henry Flanders. Dorothy hasr
consented to marry me without her
Sfather's permission. As he set an ex
ample for su she does not think he
can have much of a case agast us
But she wished very much to have
her mother present at her wedding.
"Old Rex brought us together dowa
here. We found our happlanes on this
old log, and, as a clergyman was stop
plng at my bome, we thought it a alee
place to be married, without any use
or bother."
Mrs. Meredith was too nfotoded
to speak, and no eone else ventured to
make remarks so the minalaister proceed
ed with the marriage service. Re,
with ears erect, msat like a sentinel,
watching with great anxiety. After it
was over he wars assured all was well.
They all notched their names, with
the date of the wedlag, on a nearby
young oak whlich will probably sever
be felled.
do' Mrs. Mer'edlth divided the Jenrs of
a I blueberries. One tr was labelled "To
SIt. to epeeed oes er getde wedlag dp5_y
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BLUE SHOES6
By MOLLIE MATHER.
t. 1921. by McCluro Newspaper Syndicate.)
The RIeverend Walter \\'ainright
paused in the ujisdt of his sermon,
while unmistakable annoyance crosed
his face. There was the girl again; the
carefree creature, who seetmed to have
a faculty of bringing to naught his
finest efforts.
Now, when he was preaching with
telling earnestness upon the beauty
of humility, she flitted like some
dainty butterfly into his gloomy
church edifice, attracting not only the
attention of the women of his con
gregation, but the sneaking admiring
attention of the men as wtell.
The serious gaze of her clear blue
eyes atoned penitently, for the irre
pressible smile of her lips. Since his
arrival In the decidedly rustic township.
Walter Walinright had been both
taunted and angered by wte girl's dis
tracting lawer.
When Miss Isabelle Ogden favored
the church with her presence, atten
tion was drawn from him and his
subject inevitably.
She was an illustrator, he had heard,
growing steadily into assured success,
and she rented the Irowlee house
furnished for the summner; liv
ing there with an old woman for
housekeeper. To the exasperation of
the village women, Miss Isabelle
appeared to spend her time with the
Irresponsibility of a child, seeking only
holiday pleasure, making tea parties
in her beautiful old garden, for clhil
dren about who rebelliously adored
her, or tramping idly through the
woods. a great box of candy and a
magazine under each arm. "Ought to
go in an talk to her" Hilltown advised,
"It might do her good."
Welter Wainright's first visit was not
encouraging. The illustrator served
tea on the lawn, and they were waited
uponi by the housekeeper who famil
larly called her mistress "Izzle." The
artist tore a diaphanous dress that
I envhelopld her like a rose colored
cloud, and she asked him ingeniously
if she tmight use his face for a maga
I ne illustration at which she was
working. The following offense of the
Sunday tmorning entry which caused
him to pause, and lose for a moment
the thread of his sermon. was Ias
belle's crowning fault of all. For she
was wearing a pair of pale blue hoots,
as she came down the staid aisle.
Blue kid shoes. suitable surroundings
may be very pretty, but. pale blue
shoes among the plain serviceably
shod folk of Hillatown. were an ee
centricdty and a foollahness.
The pastor greeted her coldly upon
her departure. His disapproval with
himself was greater, that as days fol
lowed, he allowed the girl's image to
haunt him.
"She'll have you eating out of her
hand yet too," his own privileged
housekeeper remarked. Walter Wain
right turned uncomfortably away.
"Blue shoes," the women now
dubbed her sarcastically.
r "Little blue shoes," Walter Wnla
d right tenderly thought of her-and
sighed. Why was she so perverse, this
unconcerned stranger?
d "Reckon," his housekeeper went on,
"you know that the artist woman
has been sick. Dock Walton stops
d there two or three times a day, which
ain't no more however," she added,
"than he's been stoppin' ever since
she came. You'd think a man of his
sense would look other where's for a
wife--but 'you never can tell, looks,
get 'em." Walter Wainright hurriedly
went to call. lie felt it his imperative
duty. A girl of fifteen or so samt
propped in an invalid chair, her dark
eyes gleamed beneath short black hair.
SThe crippled girl pointed invitingly to
a chair.
"I am Izzle's protegee," she ex
claimed, "that's what she calls me.
I live with her and she does every
thing for me and keeps me happy. All
the time, lIsle loves to make people
happy-sometimes-" the girl's eyes
shone, "I try to make her happy too.
Surprises, you know. Gabby-that's
'- what I call the housekeeper, buys
pretty tulle and net for me-quite
secretly-and I sew them Into
dresses for Izzle. She's so little, It's
no trouble at all-and Gabby helps. I
can fast sing-I feel so happy when
Iysle wears them. You see, that's the
d only way 'll ever be able to enjoy
1 pretty things. Last week-rd embrl4
dered linen for the doctor's table and
he paid me for it, and I sent away
and bought a pair of blue shoes for
Issle. All my life I'd wanted to wear
blue shoes-Isn't that fanny? More
than ever I think after father pushed
me down the tenement stairs anl1
broke my hip. Father was drunk,
e Then-I couldn't use my feet to walk
any more. When lade smw the blue
asoes she cried. But I just begged
15 and begged her to put them on and
9- wear them to cbursh, fer me. I'd been
on suering a lot that morlng, and
Isnie's like that. She was late, but
she put oe the shoes, There's a crip
sd ple boy Is the hospital that she',
t* going to bring out here to make
41- srusu too, as soon as doctor will let
ix him eome. I think,"-broke off the
at, gir abruptly. "that yeo can go in to
it Issle now. That's bee door acress
1ll where all the fowers are."
Walter Wanlarght stood, for a
b moment difdently, among the Lowers.
" "Little blue shoes." he asked very
softly. penltetty. "May I came it."
of Iambehli Cden la.kea heak at him,
1 and msddenly undermtoed.
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