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By George Elmer Cobb.
(Copyright by W-G. Chapman.)
The worst sores of life are caused
by crumpled rose leaves instead of
thorns. So at least realized Jasper
He was pacing a glorious stretch of
woodland along the ''hill overlooking
Reedville, but he had no care for the
"What Is It You Want?"
beauties of nature nor his indirect en
vironment for" the time being.
"I won't complain nor give up all
my ambition in life," he said bravely,
"but," with a sigh, "I may as well give
up Irene Barton as a very distant
star, unattainable so far as I am con
cerned. I had hopes when I first came
into the field, but now two rivals'
And they seem to be able to engage
Irene's attentions to my entire ex
clusion." Jasper Warren really and devotedly
loved the fair girl he had named. So
did his, rivals, it appeared. They had
the advantage of him in one respect.
They were scions of wealthy families,
their positions in society were as
sured. In one respect, however, Warren
felt himself their superior. Val Win
ters and Boyd Girton, graduated from
the same college as himself, had ap
plied themselves to little except
spending their money. They had no
particular motive or ( ambition in life
and Jet things drift as they listed.
"I'm waiting for opportunity to
come along," Winters fancied it clev
er to say to his friends.
"Then we will escort the fair god
dess to the temple of fame in com
pany," chimed in Girton, not a bad
fellow by any means, but just at that
age when money spoils the weak
One day, an eventful one for Jas
per Warren, a circumstance occurred
which brought out in bold relief the
characteristics of the three young
men, and in the future something
more. They were walking down the
street together, when a half frozen,
starved-faced slip of a girl approach
"Will you give me a trifle," she
said, not all in the whine of a profes
sional Tjeggar, but as if driven by des
peration to hopeless solicitation for,
alms, which, it looked, had produced
Winters drew out his purse. It was
filled with banknotes.
"No change," he said indifferently
"Apply to the relief committee.' r
"Here," spoke Girton, tendering ;
four pennies, the return from a nickel
just given to a newsboy. "Come on,
But Jasper lingered behind. He
earnestly scanned the chit of a girl
shiveringly regarding the few pennies
in her cold, shrunken palm. He asked
her a few questions. .Her answers,
bluntly, cheerlessly given, convinced
Warren that here was a case indeed
worthy of sympathy and succour.