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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 future, and the present
became the past when he died and left nothing.
"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
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
bottom or was gathered in the back.
There was one. extravagance she
allowed herself a little box of a flat
daintily furnished. And she hired a
woman to come twice a week and
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
It was, perhaps three months later
that her neighbor once more gos
siped." ,fI hate to have to do it, but i guess
IH have to put the old lady out. She
is almost a month behind in her
. "Gee, but life is tough on some
people, isn't it?" said Katie, who had
deposited another fifty dollars in the
hank 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
She left her key with the neighbor
the next morning, but the thought of
the little old lady was with her all
In the afternoon Mr. Neilson, the
head of the firm, looked at her
"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 Bhe couldn't do the
same with the little pld 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