Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, April 28, 1919, Page 8

NORWICH, BULLETIN, ‘MUNDAY, APHIL o 1919 P and down went the see-saw in the court- vard of the finest mansion on K street. A dark-eyed boy on one end and a dainty little gold- en-haired miss on other had been ternoon at the up, now pair theiy were, nd cheeks rosy, ard back and playing togethes fascinating ga down,” and a me boy, looking ing, anyway,” she announced “So'm 1,” he answered. a wasn't at all; but he board straight and firm .. haired divinity clambered down, an cided that she would sit on the stens wall for a while. He was quite willing, for there they could sit very close together, and it mattered not at all ‘to this young pair of 6 and 10 that his feet were cased in shoes torn and much too big, while she was bundled up in manner befitting a daughter of the rich. Veither did it make any difference to m that this was her courtyard, while he dwelt in a erent house “down in the hoi- “chums.” That was very d low.” They were me Princess any more—that was enly for that day that we read the story; my name is Marjorie—Marjorie Pierce —and this is my house,” pointing to the - mansion beside the wal “Huh,” said the boy, everyone knows your ’cause he’s so rich.” “Well, he can't help that,” little lady rather sharpiy. fault. Isn't your father ric! ished curiously. “Haven't got any,” said shortly, “but I'll tell you what an uncle that’s got heaps of money pretty soon I'm going out to stay with him, and then I'll get :ome money, too, and then I'll come back, and then—and “1 knew that; father's name, said the ‘Y:s not h all that mattered FE old a they it once,” “How aid she, then—" But his imagination refused o e go further. “But you didn't tell me what your name was, and how old you are,” tured Marjorie. ven- “I always have to call you ‘Boy.’” “Well, T was going to tell you,” ke re- plied, “’cause I'm 10—10 years old—to- day” “Today ™ cxclaimed the Tttt girl “Today! And you never told me! Why, we could have had a party! Mag- gie would have given me some things irom the kitchen. Mother wouldn't have cared, ‘cause its’ a holiday—Washine- 's Birthday—O my,” as a thought struck her, “do you always have the same birthday that he has? “Yep,” said the boy, “and that's my i name, too—Washington Farrell. Mother gave it to me 'canse 1 was born the same day as George Washington—so you won't have to call me ‘Boy’ any more. And I'm going to be like him, too,” he added in 2 burst of confidence. T'm go- ing away and do lots of great things, and make lots of money, and then I'm coming back, and then—and then—" But once more words failed him, and he looked at his companion, meaningly. “Well, I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Washington Farrell,” said the lady of the golden hair, suddenly remember- ing her manners. come and see me when you have done eil those great things.” And gravely the two shook hands. Years passed by and once more Washington Farrell passed through K——— street. Fortune had been kind to him, and while he had not done the great things of which he boasted, he had at Jeast brought back te the littlc village much more of this world’s goods than he had ever known as a boy. He paused at the courtyard of the great house, and unconsciously his tall, well knit figiire straightened a bit more. A tender light came into his eyes and 2 “I think you have a. very nice name, and I hope you will’ half smile played round his lips. “I wonder if I shall see her,’ he re- flected, “my Princess Marjorie, jmy lady of the Washingten's Birthday see-saw.” Somehow the great house lookedd differ- ent—e little dilapidated, perhaps; not rearing itsslf quite so proudly as in the olden dalys. He walked through the yardito the . old stone wall, now crumbling ' de-* cay. Aglrlmlsta.dm(mdfidow way brushing sway-the snow bm the _] steps. Underneath her cap nghnw shone like spun gold, and-her bine eyes sparkled like twin stars. It was the “Princess.” He should have known her anywhere. “It's Washington's Birthday, smd T've come back, as I told you I'would. Do you remember me, princess?” &tid he held out itis hand | "Remember you! 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His aired of accomp d try it some time and see for yourseif how hard it is” Good \r"ument. drove the Huns o Mr. re! earth they don’t raise our me, Mrs. Green £ the\r trenches And v age limit beats The train was la usual on this pa crawied thro - Look at thosc girl room ! bi % “Don’t you know?” said a fellow pas senger in a most solemn tone of voice and thh Why do they dress them all in Iook of awe on “domes: | the j Before you place orders for| VCOAL look at ours, especially our No. 2 Nut—large, clean ! and lasting. Prompt Delivery Several thousand second- = hand Brick for sale. Article XV! member ague | cove- | THE NORWICH AUTOMOBILE BULBS ELECTRIC CQC. 42 FRANKLIN STREET a'Breed of Men AT THE DAVIS THEATRE ery single year. You see, we've heard great things about you here: since ‘you went away.” - And she held out both hahds in welcome. “Welcome home again, ‘Boy, welcome home. But you musta't call me Princess’ any more, for T'm anything but a princess these days. You ‘sec, dad died, and there wasa't much money left, and—well—guess ‘Cinderella’ would be a more appropri- ate meme now. . You see,” smiling brave- lyhtohk-qu.'fiuotberendufthn see-saw is up mow.” “I know it,” eaid the young man, eov- ! oring her two hands with his broad palms, “but it's Washington's Birthday, and .we can® have the perty that | we missed that day se long ago. Besldes. a pleading light in his eyes, "I'm tired of see-sawing—swectheart.” And with an understanding sigh that | was half 2 scb the girl answered “So am L" By Contributors “T'd like to have a vacation,” persist- T get married, and T kingla | there.” 3 e Enew His Business, and (the father of six daug\ Annie, there is 2 gentlel she praised him for having remembered r injunction and resisted the tempting dessert. A look of dismay came over his rosy ace. “Aw." he gasped, “I forgot afl about it!” wing room who wants te ~ f our daughters. He is a wine merchant? 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