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"Mildred, I've met him!" Marjory rushed into her slater's house. "Who is 'him?'" asked Mrs. Morse. "My fate! The grandest on earth. I don't know when I've seen any one half so splendid." "But it's only two weeks ago, dear, that you were raving about Jim Ponsonby."
"Don't mention his' name In the same breath—James Ponsonby is a silk sock, high oollar, society dandy, while this one is a real man.
"He's quite poor, I judge, that is so far as money goes, but Browning, or Roosevelt, or John Burns or some one else, I forget who said, *A man is a man for 'a that,' and our minister is always preaching that money doesn't oount. Such shoulders, Mildred, and those big, honest eyes!"
"Lovtly, indeed! But where did you meet this paragon?" Marjory's sister w*3 becoming interested.
"That's the funmy part of it," said Marjory, pulling off her gloves. "It must have been fate that threw us together.
"You see," she continued, "Dorothy"s Sunday school class had colleoted 369 pennies for my poor chit dren in the settlement. A week ago I stepped into the street car. I held the money box In my hand to take to toy class. I don't know how, but the elastic band around the box snapped! the cover fell off, and 369 cents rolled over every inoh of that street car. It's nothing to laugh at Imagine my embarrassment. As a unit the passengers jumped to their feet to assist in the penny search. I alonS remained seated, too daeed to move.
"After wliat seemed an eternity, a tall handsome man stepped forward. He Is my hero the man who has changed the complexion of my whole young ^lfe.
"Raising his hat, he said, 'Pardon, miss, but I think we've found every oent May I help you count them?'
"He had a most refined voice. I nodded.
"Stop laughing, Mildred I If you had been there you wouldn't have thought it funny."
"Now-, listen to this coincidence and see If fate Isn't getting busy. 1 promlsAi to bring my settlement youngsters some oranges, so yesterday I bought two dozen large ones. Unconscious of impending disaster I stepped into the car.
"My oranges were In a strong bag. How It happened is beyond human comprehension, but somehow, the bag broke and twenty-four oranges rolled themselves over every inch of that car.
"Think of my horror again, when, looking across the aisle, I gazed into the eyes of tho very man who had collected the pennies for me the week before. My hero!
"He recognised me Instantly, and we both laughed, "while everybody else In the car scampered for the rolling oranges. Finally we managed to rewrap the rebellious fruit
'If you will let me carry this for you," said the man,'perhaps no more accidents will occur before we get there.' I told him hlB offer was very kind. It's three blocks from the car to the settlement house. In those three blocks I learned that he is employed by the telephone company. His is not a promising position, I Judge, but as I said before, he is a real man and nothing else matters."
"Marjory, you are a goose, but you are a nice goose. Will you never grow up?"
"I wonder under what conditions I'll meet my hero next time?" pondered Marjory. "For meet him I must" And she did.
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