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By Mildred Caroline Goodridge
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"Don't bring that man into the
house, Robert Meade!" ordered Mrs.
"My dear Marie," expostulated her
"I won't hear a word. Keep him
outside. Get rid of him."
"It -will hurt the man's feelings ter
rible, Marie. He is a poor, hard
working fellow, but gold all through.
He happened to ride out this far on
the trolley looking for mushrooms,
and to invite him to dinner "
"Never!" and Mrs. Meade noisily
slammed the kitchen door, and her
visitor and sister-in-law, Mrs. Lucy
Walters, who understood the situa
tion, glanced sympathetically at the
The latter had seen coming down
the shaded surburban street upon
that holiday afternoon Martin Brill,
who operated an elevator in the build
ing where he had his office. Meade
had taken a liking to the humble,
honest fellow. He had encouraged
him in going to night school. He had
started a small savings account for
his one child. He was friendly and
kind to him. In his generosity of
heart he had invited him to call upon
him if he ever came to Hillside. The
artless fellow had appeared. Robert
Meade was always doing these foolish
things and his wife had sat down
on him hard in this instance.
The man was at the door. Per
haps he had overheard the talk. Rob
ert received him warmely.
"What a nice place you have," said
the caller, and Robert led him
through the three front rooms.
"My wife," he began, about to rake
up some apology for her not being in
evidence, when Martin bowed politely
to Mrs. Walters, saying: "I am glad
to meet you, Mrs. Meade," and then
passed on with Robert out upon the
"We are going -to have dinner,"
again began Robert, dreadfully em
barrassed, "and have company "
"Oh, I must catch an electric in
fifteen minutes," interrupted Martin,
much to the relief of his worried host.
"I got no mushrooms," he added,
laughingly, showing a folded pillow
case from his pocket
"Why, say, do you like egg toma-
toes, pickle cucumbers, squashes?" Cjl
spoke up Robert, exuberantly, and he
rushed his visitor to the garden and,
"I Won't Have Your Proteges Here:"
filled the bag amid the profuse thanks
He walked half way to the depot
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his apparent act of hospitality, but (D)
Martin left mm grateful and pleased
at the attentions-he had received.
"To bad, Marie," said Robert, as
they sat down to dinner. "A little
courtesy to that fellow might be the
means of lifting him to the better
plane he is striving for." 4
"You're full of your wild, philap .