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"Because" â€" Maryella paused and thought a momentâ€""because if ‘the needle wasn‘t sharp enough to prick you, you couldn‘t sew with it. So you see it is all for the best."> > . She turned to me triumphantly. "You see how it works out, don‘t you, Tom? Isn‘t it lovely?" "It would be even a better example if it had been your ‘fifiger," Mrs. Hemmingway pouted, kissing her own injured digit in the absence of her husband. 3 Maryelta disregarded the comment and centinued to me: sz "Even our aflictions will make us happy ifeweâ€"look far enough back or far enough ahead. There is always ~Mrs. â€"Hemmingwayâ€"wasâ€" a â€" trifle petulant. ~ I looked at Maryella‘s eyes sharply. I never can tell from the rest of her face whether she is in earnest or not. She was perfectly serious. _ "Yes," I admitted cautiously. "All we can do," she went on, "is to make a beginning; but maybe others when they see how beautifully it works will follow our example." ‘"Us?" I questioned in alarm. "Whom do you mean by ‘us‘?" "Why, the Sheridan Dramatic club. of course! All the members whom we have. asked so far have agreed to do it. <‘Jim Cooper started it. He just finished reading the book to me last night. I think it is an adorable scheme and also very practical. I wanted you to be one of the first to come in. Mrs. Hemmingway and Jim and I are the only ones so far, but if you‘ll ‘try it we‘ll bring it up before the club and maybe change the name of the organization to the Optimists or something like that." . "I just stuck the needle in my finger about an inch, darn it," murâ€" mured Mrs. Hemmingway feelingly. "You mustn‘t say ‘darn it‘," reâ€" proved Maryella. "The fact that you pricked yourself is all for the best. You ought to be glad." :"Quch!" exclaimed Mrs. Hemmingâ€" way, who had been sewing away inâ€" dustriously. while Maryella and I were talking. °_ â€" 4 "What‘s the matter, dear?" Maryâ€" ella inquired. * * "But she doesn‘t die, so it is all Tight," Maryella hastened.to reassure me: â€""There is a great lesson in the book though,. and if every one would take it to heart this world would be a better place to live in. Don‘t you think so?" = a# The Sheridan Dramatic club, of which Tom Bilbeck, the narrator, Maryella, the girl he cares for, and Jim Cooper, his rival, are memâ€" bers, are to give Pygmalion and Galatea at the Old Soldiers‘ Home. Mr.. Hemmingway, husband of one of the actresses, thinks Billâ€" beck is in love with his wife. . The escape of prisoners> from the local penitentiary keeps Bilbéck busy at his newspaper work, so that he gets away from the dramatic group. But Maryella summons him, and starts telling the story of "Dollyanna‘" who believes that everyâ€" thing that happens turns out to be for the best. Now GO ON WITH .'!'HE STORY ¢ "She is a sweet child," I said adâ€" miringly. _ 30 "Why?" WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE _ zin PP APhgrgmeaongareremamarmrnrcarrarmarirmrzscomarsmme d b a» BUN 4* 4Â¥ n ILLUSTRATED BY FRANK B. DR/\';:N“ &\ What was the use of being angry | looked as if she would last twenâ€" with her? She evidently regarded my | tyâ€"four hours longer. curves impersonally, as if they were| Just to be on the safe side, howâ€" some freak of nature impossibleâ€"to|ever, I put a hank of balingâ€"wire explain, like the Grand Canon or Niâ€"| and some babbitt metal in the toolâ€" agara Falls.. It was more fun being | box and bought a package of chewâ€" with Maryella than against her in a | ing gum in case the acetyeneâ€"gas sysâ€" discussion, so I willingly let the subâ€" | tem should leak anywhere. w jJect drop. Adopting our new code,| When I calledâ€"at Maryella‘s house I decided that it was all for the best.|I found that my load consisted of «_ "How long before you‘ll be through| Maryella herself, Mrs. Hemmingway, with that? Maryella asked Mrs. Hémâ€" | Mrse Lillelove and Jim Cooper! "Oh, he did," I said truculently. "What cheerful outlook could you two get on the dark fact that I am laid out in curves like a park, instead of straight like a city street?" ~â€"_"We decided that it was all for the best, because if it wasn‘t for the curve you would probably be so tall that your head would bump the ceilâ€" ing. Afterâ€"we got that one everyâ€" thing else was easy." . & "Some problems are harder than others, of course. One of the very first things that struck me this mornâ€" ing was remembering about your beâ€" ing bowlegged. I couldn‘t figure out any way that it could be all for the best, but finally I got it. Jim Cooper helped me." "I knew you‘d do it," Maryelia conâ€" gratulated. "You‘ll find it makes everything look so different!~ Maryella in a moment of enthusiâ€" asm is a glowing magnet. I could no: more have" rés'ist?d her then as she stood before me like a little saint fairly alive with the spirit of optimâ€" ism than an emotional sinner can stand â€"against an oldâ€"fashioned reâ€" vivalist. I knew there would come moments of doubt later whenâ€"I would kick â€"myselfâ€"forâ€"a sentimental â€"fool, but now I was carried away by her belief in he& propaganda. So I promised to join the cheerâ€"up movement and to seek for the kernel of good in every husk of hardship. some blessing disguished in every ill. All we have to do is hunt for it and if we Took hard enough we‘ll forget all about the misfortune itself and see only the benefit." > When We Came Around the Turn T H E PR Es s the Home Band Burst into Melody Just to be on the safe side, howâ€" ever, I put a hank. of balingâ€"wire and some babbitt metal in the toolâ€" box and bought a package of chewâ€" ing gum in case the acetyeneâ€"gas sysâ€" tem should leak anywhere. s As a justifiable precaution, howâ€" ever, I went to the garage to inspect the car as soon as I left Maryella‘s house. Grandmother rattled with joy when she saw me coming, as she alâ€" ways does: I gave her a lump of hard gréase and patted her on the radiator. As far as I could see she looked as if she would last twenâ€" tyâ€"four hours longer. Iâ€" agreed to this arrangement. I had â€"a few private doubts as to whether Grandmother Page would neâ€" gotiate the thirty miles out tor the Home and back without making any fuss about it, but I kept them to myâ€" self. The prospect of the long drive with Maryella on the front seat beâ€" sideâ€" me was so roseate that I overâ€" looked all the blue goops that might be hovering in the background. "Can‘t we? > It.will be much nicer. Besides, there is no train back late at night and we don‘t want to sleep there. I called up Mrs. Lillelove and she says we can use their ‘bus, as there is no funeral in town this afterâ€" noon. That hoids tweive, and if you‘ll take me and three others that will be all we need. Fred Merryweather went out on the train with the scenery and properties ‘this morning." "I think I can finish in another hour," she answeredâ€" @ â€" "Then, Tom," Maryella went on, taking charge of me and the expediâ€" tion with her customary eye for deâ€" tail, "let‘s get started for the Old Soldiers‘ Home right after lunch. . Is the car running all right toâ€"day?" "I don‘t know. Are we going out in the car?" â€" mingway, who was pinning ruffies on a curiousâ€"looking garment. "We‘re sorry we couldn‘t play that piece all the way through," apoloâ€" gized the bandmaster. "We know ail the notes, but "#t‘s so cold that the "This is Comrade Pilk Henwether. You‘ll have to speak pretty loudly to him, as he is nearly stone deaf." I congratulated him. "It‘s all for the best." s As I shook hands enthusiastically with the bassâ€"drummer, Colonel Stewâ€" art said: _ "The . boys . certainly _ appreciate your kindness in giving a show for them," he told us. ~*"Whe‘re eight miles away from anywhere out here and they don‘t get many chances even to see moving pictures." Colonel Stewart, the actinghead of the Home, met us with outâ€"stretehâ€" ed hand. He was a fine, hearty old fellow with white hair and a closeâ€" cropped military mustache. Theâ€"menibers of the band came up and he introduced them. ~ As we pranced up to the gate the melody grew a trifle thinner.© All the players seemedâ€"to be working just as hard, but the result was discouragâ€" ing. One by orne the artists would cease playing and shake their instruâ€" ments with a puzzled look,. At length rone was left but the bassâ€"drum playér. ~He hammeréed: away regardâ€" less: until the leader took the drumâ€" stick away from him. â€" > â€"It wasâ€"magnificent! â€" Grandmother Page was. shamed to absolute silence for the first time since we have been acquainted. _~ . â€" But what a bassâ€"drum virtuoso! I have never heard a bassâ€"drum playâ€" ed more feelingly, even in Sousa‘s Band. What expression, what shades of meaning the artist put into it! You could just picture the bombs bursting in air./ First came the boilerâ€" factory motif, then a, minor counterâ€"= point melody of bursting quickâ€"deâ€" tachable tires, and finally a reversion to the original theme in the major key, ending in a magnificent crescenâ€" do, a sort of toneâ€"picture of a courtâ€" ship between two coastâ€"defense guns at two hundred yards‘ range. 7 way we can all be together." â€" I hastily smothered the reply that rose to my lips and busied myself adâ€" justing the carburetor. : It was snowing slightly andâ€" a pleasant winter sting was in the air as I threw in my clutch and Grandâ€" mother started up with a jerk as if I had struck her with a whip. â€" We left town at two o‘clock andâ€" here is the surprise with which I close this chapter â€" arrived at ‘the Old Soldiers‘ Homeé~at threeâ€"thirty without having to stop for anything! â€"â€"~â€" CHAPTER IV. % Comrade Pilk Henwether ‘ I have never received a more royal welcome than that tendered us by those living at the Home. They had heard us coming a long way down the roadâ€"that is one of the advantages Grandmother Page has over most: carsâ€"and when we came around the turn the Home Band burst into melâ€" ody._ y "4" THE~PZ "Burst" is absolutely the correct word, as you would realize if you had heard the sound and had seen the exâ€" pression of the players. Grandmother Page shied and nearly jumped into the ditch.. The air was "The Starâ€" Spangled Banner," but the slide tromâ€" bonist evidently had the wrong music. "I don‘t like to take my car out in bad weather," he explainedâ€"iff anâ€" swer to my look of surprise. "It‘s all for the best anyway, because this way we can all be together." ® Thursday, May 9, 1929 Thursday, M As Comra room andâ€" P his ordinary ed little dou ingâ€" a jolt. "That‘s th the Home," hardly raisin "There ough ecrans. I‘m . dishes." "It ain‘t sc on, "whenr j Henry has or the other on cellorsville, I ion he lost after the wa dra_ws an ex armed man." 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