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By William Desmond.
"It's no use, mother," said
Fred Williams despondently. "As
long as Mr. Stuart is so set
against me his daughter won't
marry me. Lilly" toves me, but
she will not go in opposition to
her father's wishes."
"Well, it's right for young
folks to honor and obey their
parents," commented Mrs. Wil
liams, "but it's hard on the two of
you just the same. Lsuppose his
chief objection to you is because
3 ou work at the roundhouse, a'nd
he thinks you're not Lily's social
Her son colored. "Yes, that's
it," he said, slightly annoyed at
his mother's persistence in harp
ing on the topic. There was an
incisive curve in her chin that be
spoke a determined will, although
Mrs. Williams had the name of
-being a mild woman.
"Thirty years ago Granville
Stuart was wild in love with
your aunt Kitty," she said mus
ingly. "He used to write her all
the time as silly letters as you
could imagine. There's a heap of
them upstairs now in an old
trunk. When Kitty went .to Cal
ifornia she left them here' with a
lot of other rubbish."
"Well, 'I must get back to
work' said Fred, who had fin
ished his dinner and was not par
ticularly interested in the stale
love affairs of Lily Stuart's fath
er. After he had gone Mrs. Wil
liams sat a long time at the table
sipping her tea in an abstracted
manner. At last the dreamy ex-
pressioit of her fa'ce changed to
onfe of stern-lipped decision, ana
she rose and proceeded to her
room, in a little while sne re
appeared clad in bonnet tnd dol- t
man, with a small packet in her
hand. Locking the door she
walked rapidly down Main street, j
and halted where Chapman $
Thirteen Murray a signboard
bearing the inscription of "Gran-
ville Stuart, Real Estate and - '
Loans," hung over the sidewalk.
The office, tucked in between two, v
stores, was divided by a counter
surmounted by a brass railing.
The bald, portly, red-faced man v
within glanced at his unexpected s
yisitor in surprise.
"How do you do?" he said in a J
tone of rather forced cordiality. -3
"Can I see you alone?" she.
asked curtly. m Jjfc
'Certainly; come into my-pri- g
vate office." wF
He opened the gate at the end
of the counter and held it open for
her to pass through.
"It's an unexpected pleasure to j
see you here, Mrs. Williams," said K -j
Stuart, as his visitor sunk yito a Jf
The lady paid no attention td ',
the compliment. "1 came," she
said abruptly, "to find out why
you won't let VLily marry my fh
boy." , ife
"Ah, my dear madame," said "ffl
Stuart hastilv, "nobody likes Jb
Fred better than I do, but" v
"He works at the roundhouse'
she interposed. "Because he hap
pens to be a good mechanic in
stead of a fourth-rate professional
man &r dandy clerk you think: