Girls High School - Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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A few minutes later the woman was clasping the little fellow to her, and raining kisses on his grave little face. Miss Milbourne put the child down on the tloor after a while, and turned to talk to the woman. She told her about the drawings and asked if she was the originator. ' Yes, the woman answered. My husband had been ill and we needed money, so I drew the pictures and sent them in. Then after my husband was well and at work again, I kept on drawing them to pass away idle hours. We aren't rich, but we have a plenty of everything and we love each other which is better than riches. What do the letters 'E. D. M.' on all the drawings stand for? Miss Milbourne asked. Why, they are my initials. My name is Elizabeth Duross Milbourne. Elizabeth Duross Milbourne! Miss Dorothy repeated dully. Yes, l suppose, if you read the papers, you remember what a fuss was raised when Dan married me. His people refused to have anything to do with me and turned him off completely. But l've been so perfectly happy that I've forgiven them long ago. Miss Milbourne sat as if turned to stone. Her brother's wife! Her brother's child! For an agonizing moment her self-control tottered in the balance. A piteous, heart-rending cry brought her back to life. A man had come into the room and was striding toward the bed. Betty! My little Betty! he cried, and gathered the slim little form into his arms and sobbed aloud. The little wife slipped her well arm about his neck and croond softly as to a child. There, there Danny, boy. It's all right. l'm not hurt bad, Danny, and she kissed the top of his head and patted his cheek. Come, boy, brace up. We have company. At this the man turned toward the still figure. , Dorry! he exclaimed, a smile lighting his face. Then as swiftly the smile faded and his face hardened. Well. His voice was cold and formal, but Miss Milbourne had made up her mind. i Ah, Danny, Danny! l've been so lonely and sad without you. Will you forgive me, lad? Dan looked at his sister closely, then held out his arms. With a little sob Dorothy went into them. No more loneliness or homesickness. Just happiness and content. Presently Dan turned to his wife and said: Betty, sweet, this is my sister, Dorothy. Will you forgive her and love her for my sake? ., Why, l've forgiven her long ago and l'll love her for her own, sake. The End. 23

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MADAMES GHOST By Katharine M Hernly L' The ghost had gone-disappeared entirely .without leaving so much as a fag end of himself. He had oozed ff in through the key-hole-a rather wilted ghost with a tired f. , look around his eyes, and a silk muffler around hisneck-- and had oozed out again before the family had had a lclnance to seize him. g lt is too bad, sobbed Madame. 'tlt is by far too bad. I did so wish for a ghost. Mme. Lanvin has a new bed-quiltf-but if l had a ghost-- Madame's voice trailed off into a wail. Moreover, deplored Mam'zelle, who was Madame's daughter and no longer young, moreover, a ghost would have been so fine to go a-walking with. lt is indeed too bad. Perhaps, suggested Theobald, Madame's husband, hopefully, per- haps he will come back again. And back again he came. lt was on the next morning, while Madame was trimming the cat's whiskers by the tire, that the ghost drifted in again. But Madame was a-waiting for him this time. She grasped him forcibly by the silk muffler and held him out at arm's length. A-ha!'f says she, Oh-ho! So l have you this time, Monsieur, l have. But indeed you are a Sorry-looking speciman, you are. However you are far better than no ghost at all. b , r And, in sooth, he was but a faded ghost, dangling there at the end of his muffler, and, since he seemed in such imminentdanger of fading away altogether, Madame promptly clapped him into an empty meal-sack upon the wall and tied the strings ina triumphant knot. She had fully intended to tell her husband of the ghost when he came home to lunch, but the cook had fallen into the soup and all other thoughts had fallen out of Madame's head.. I think, said Theobald, eating his dinner meditatively, I think that l shall go to the mill this afternoon for my flour. Does the sack hang in the parlor? lt does, replied Madame absently-Madame was engaged in rescuing from the soup the garden-hose, the parlor clock, and her youngest child, Scamandrius, and scarcely heard her husband. lt seems too bad, con- , I-,ge - 4.'.a.i. - L- I . , . ,iv 1 r ,F . rg l W U Mm C7 ea . , '3e?1, . , misv -i,lh.!'ri V 9552 trio oil f . ' , . i l. . 1 V' i Sk, Il -., I 2 1.4163 N.. Wi, '-Ixigf' -X4 , ., ' V if f ' K ' tif f l jig . . 25