Three Little Women's Success: A Story for Girls

did October show such a gracious presence as she did to this pretty town. Beautiful at all seasons, even

together of all who dwelt therein, and spring was the time when it did its renovating, its housecleaning, its decorating, but October's crisp westerly winds blowing across the broad expanses of the river set blood stirring,

Mammy to take the name of her lately restored spouse, and be known thenceforth as Mrs. Charles Devon; but Mammy had scornfully stammered: "D-d-drap de Blairsdale? Never! I was borned a Blairsdale, lived a Blairsdale eighteen year befo' I hooked on de Devon, an' den hatter onhook it inside of fo' months; den I lived fo'ty-seben years wid de Blairsdale name befo' I foun' out dat I had claim ter any odder. So what fo' I drap it now? Dey ain't no name kin leave it behine as I knows on. Devon's a good one, I knows, and down yonder where we-all was borned at it do stan' high for a fac', but it cyant rare up its head like de Blairsdale name kin. No, sir! Devon can hook on to de Blairsdale all right an' straight if it got a min' ter; but I ain't never gwine let it lead it no mo', an' I's a-gwine ter let Charles lead me." As the possibility of Charles ever leading Mammy seemed more than visionary, Mrs. Carruth gave up the argument. Besides, she had many other things to occupy her thoughts. In the fall of 19- Eleanor had entered college, and within the present college year would graduate with well won honors. From the moment she entered she resolved to be independent so far as her personal needs were concerned. The tuition fees were paid by her great-aunt, Mrs. Eleanor Maxwell Carruth. Those she accepted because Mrs. Carruth, Sr., was amply able to meet them, but further than that she had resolved to be independent and she had been. The first ye

d face before him, "you know none can equal Miss Constance's. It would

n' right now. Ain't me an' Charles a-comin' 'long right spry wid our lunch counter in dar?" she insisted, with a nod of her turbaned head toward the section of the building in which she and Charles had carried on a flourishing tra

a girl of Miss Constance's type would never be happy if dependent upon others? Why, with all h

s'pose ma ol' Massa Blairsdale say an' do if he could come back an' see de doin's in our house? Gawd-a-mighty, I wouldn't crave ter be aroun' if he come along unbeknownst an' see Miss Jinny's chillern grubbin'

n just as her practical little head has planned it all. It is the least I can do. Miss Willing will bear the brunt of the hard work this winter, leaving Miss Constance free to finish her high-school-course. It is a wise plan all around and a kinder one than you realize. The Arcade telephone switchboard was no place for a girl like Mary Willing, and to have been instrumental in remo

ed upon a paper cutter which lay upon Haydn's desk, her lips pursed up doubtfully. Haydn did not bre

man, but, bress Gawd, I loves ma white folks, an' I hates fer ter see de ole times s

ld Mammy, but you mark my words, t

ment, though she was far

all its practical little appointments, and before long was nearly as proficient as Constance herself, and quite as enthusiastic. One year slipped by a

e world have given her greater poise and independence, a more matured

ranched out in many directions. New booths were opened in adjacent towns, private orders were filled for patrons in New York City, holiday consignments were made to more remote ones, to which her fame had spread through friends and friends' friends. Of course some losses had be

unning, but Baltie lived apparently to prove the fallacy of such a supposition. At twenty-eight he was younger and more active than at twenty-four, his age when rescued by Jean. No