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"Mr. Martyn, one cannot live down
one's past,"- she answered, beginning
f'Aad your answer " began Mar
tyn, when an altercation at the front
door arrested his attention. An old'
la'dy and gentlemaawere engaged in
very angry disputation with the but
ler, and, what is more, pushed that
functionary aside without ceremony
and came hurriedly along the hall and
into the parlor.
"I want to see Mr. James Martyn!"
shouted the old gentleman, beside
himself with wrath.
The pair were obviously country
bred prosperous farming people,
they seemed to be. The man was be
yond self-control and, more ominous,
the old lady did not see manxious to
"I am Mr. Martyn's mother," said
Mrs. Martyn, rising with dignity.
"The papers say that my daughter
is an ex-convict and that your son
: hired her out of charity!" cried the
old man, with blazing eyes. He pulled
a paper from his pocket and ham
mered on it with his hand. "Aren't
you James Martyn, sir?" he contin
ued? turning upon the millionaire as
he entered. "Why shouldn't I horse
whip you, sir?"
As the old gentleman carried noth
ing more formidable than a hickory
stick and was quite feeble the answer
'was an obvious one. But, as he
turned, he saw Miss Summers come
quietly into the room. He hesitated,
but in a moment the old lady had
caught her in her arms and they were
sobbing on each other's necks.
''You shall answer for this, sir!"
shouted the father. "You took my
girl out of charity! You wanted to re
form her! Huh! We'll see!"
"Edna, dearest, say that it isn't
true!" pleaded her mother.
"Oh, it isn't of course, it isn't,"
sobbed the girl. 'fYou see, I had to
get employment at a good salary to
help pay off that mortgage, and
knowing how hard it was I I had
heard of Mr. Martyn's theory and I
pretended to have a criminal record
so as to get employment at $35 a
week. I've never stolen anything in
my life. And you can take back your
job, Mr. Martyn. And the man I mar
ry won't be one who'll tell the so
ciologists things like that about me.
Hell have to be just about the best
man in the world." , v
Ifcwas old Mrs. Martyn who rose to
the occasion. She took the aston
ished girl from her mother's arms and
placed her head upon her own shoul
der. "Now, good people," she said sooth
ingly, "nobody was to blame. It was
just my son's fad, that's all. He's only
40 and he isn't quite grown up yet.
He doesn't understand .human na
ture. Now say you all forgive him,
and you, too, Edna, for he is really a
"Oh, I think he is the best man in
the -world!" cried the girl impusively.
And then .struck dumb by the re
alization of what she had said, she
blushed redder than a rose.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
AGE AND ANKLES
"Let your age and your ankles de
cide the length of your skirt"
It's a noted fashion designer of
fers you this advice and it's worth
heeding. Miss Girl-of-Twenty, If her
ankles are slim, may safely tilt her
gowns to an eight-inch level above
the ground without offending the
most fastidious taste, but the woman
whose ankles have lost their slender
ness will prove her good taste by
adding three inches to the shoe-top
The w,oman who wears short skirts
should pay just as much attention to
her shoes as to her hat or her gown
shoes, or rather feet have the lime
light this season they must not of
fend the eye.
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