HOW A LITTLE OLD MOTHER FOUND A HOME BY JANE WHITAKER Katie said her success was all due to luck. "My mother died when I was pretty small," she would tell you, "and dad was a clumsy mortal with a heart larger than himself. I got a pretty good schooling, I suppose, because he. knew, where I was when I was in school, but he was too impractical to think of the futureand the present became the past when he died and left n'othing. "Of course, I had big ideas of what I would do, but they dwindled down to a job in a shirtwaist factory. My Lord! when I think of "that job and what I suffered. "Then I met an old friend of my dad's that was the luck. He made me study stenography at night and paid for the course, and when I was through he got me a good paying job almost at the top instead of at the bottom, and now I have money in the ' bank." Yet Katie wasn't altogether happy. She was pretty lonesome all by her self, even though she had a bank account and had reached the com fortable state where, wholly engross ed in her work, she was indifferent to whether her skirt had a slit at the boftom or was gathered in the back. There was one extravagance she allowed herself a- little box of a fiat daintily furnished. And she hired a woman to come twice a week and clean. One night the neighbor from across the way came over to visit. "What do you suppose," she began. "I rented my side room to an old lady this afternoon. She offered to pay $2 a week, and the room is small and dark anyway, and the $2 will pay my washerwoman, so I let her in." - Katie said nothing and thought nothing, even when she passed the shabby little lady with the snow white hair and the faded blue eyes laboriously climbing the two flights of stairs. It was perhaps three months later that her neighbor once more gos siped. "I hate to have to do it, but I guess I'll have to put the old lady out.. She is almost a month behind in her 'rent." "Gee, but life is tough on some people, isn't it?" said Katie, who had deposited another fifty dollars in the bank that day. "Here I am getting twenty-five a week and a raise prom ised and an old lady turned out be cause she hasn't $2." Then an inspiration came to her. "Tell you what I can do. I never have mended a stocking since I can remember. There must be about forty pairs of them that need darn ing. Tell her to come over tomorrow and sit here where it is light, and I'll pay her a couple of dollars. Maybe I can find some odd jobs for her after that" She left her key with the neighbor the next morning, but the thought of the little old lady was with her all day. In the afternoon Mr. Neilson, the head of the firm, looked at her thoughtfully. "Miss Norris," he said, "do you know you are an almost perfect ma chine. You. are so rare in business that I must congratulate you. You should have been a man." Katie did not flush with pleasure nor murmur any gratitude for the compliment. She accepted it as mat ter of fact. But she found she couldn't do the same with the little old lady. And going home in the car that night she surprised herself by studying the faces of two old ladies near her and pondering whether they had money