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. "MAKING GOOD"
By Mildred Caroline Coodridge.
"I do not think much of your
"Do you meatt-of home or of hus
band, Marcia?" --
"Both. Walter is certainly as much
in love with you as when he married
you, but I would resent a husband
bringing me (to this unendurably des
olate spot no sopiety, no comfort,
no future, nothing but wallowing na
tives and a hot, blistering sun."
"Yet we hope for a future, sister
dear," said Blanche in her cheery, op-
The Native Looked As If He Had
Been Rolled a Mile in the Road.
timistic way. "When I see Walter
every day improve in health and spir
its. I think of his five years' servitude
in'a stuffy department office at Wash
ington and his free open air life here.
You know that Walter is smart and
industrious. He has started at the
bottom rung of the diplomatic lad
der, but he intends to reach the top."
Very humble, indeed, was the pres
ent position of young Walter Burton.
He had been an under clerk in the
employ of the government. A con
gressman took a liking to him and
had secured for him his present posi
tion as consul at Beiron, an obscure
city in India. Just married, he and
his" wife had been- there now for
about half a year. Mrs. Marcia Burn
ham, the widowed sister of Blanche,
was visiting them.
"I j)ity you, Blanche," she now
said, glancing sourly at the flat, un
interesting expanse of low habita
tions and treeles3 plains before her.
"I have certainly outdistanced you,
older thought I am. Next month, as
you know, I am to marry Count Toli
feri. They say he is very rich."
"Yes, but money is not everything
in the world," -remarked Blanche,"
who did not think much of the count
from what she had heard of him.
"For mercy's sake here!" inter
rupted Marcia sharply, staring down
the road. "There is that philanthrop
ies! husband of yours with a new
pensioner in tow, I fancy." ?
"If so, Walter cannot help it," re
turned Blanche, with a sweet smile.
"He is always trying to do something
to ameliorate the condition of these
"He has picked up a rare sample
this time," retorted Marcia disgust
edly. There was certainly a wide con
trast between the spruce, handsome
consul and the limping, tattered na
tive whose arm he held in aiding him
to walk. The native looked as if he
had been rolled a mile in the dust
laden road. His clothing was nearly
torn off from him. Face and body
was a mass of cuts and bruises. He
was gasping for breath and seemed
to be in a state of almost complete
Walter led him to the hut of the
servant at the rear of the house and
gave him into his charge. Then he
approached the ladies.
"Walter, how can you interest
yourself in these ignorant, worthless