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FOR MOTHER'S SAKE
By Victor Redcliffe
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
John Blair, head of -the great prod
uce house of Blair & Co? stared in
blank wonder as he slowly repeated
the strange words his old trusted of
fice manager had just spoken
"You wish to rent the house I am
going to close up during my sixty
"If it is possible to do so, yes, Mr.
Blair," came the prompt reply from
"Do you know what that would
cost you? Why, the servants includ
ed, it would cost you $500 a month!"
"I will give you a check for $1,000
in advance, sir."
Mr. Blair stared harder than ever
at his employe.
"Are you entirely in your senses,
Dunn?" he demanded sharply.
"Entirely so," came the reply in
even, decided tones. "I have an ob
ject, sir an object most dear to my
heart. My aged father and mother
are coming to visit me. There is
one glad sweetness in their life my
presumed success. They live 2,000
miles from here. For the first and
the last time they are coming east
to witness 'the high position' their
only son has reached. It would spoil
their lives if I disappointed their fond
belief in my riches and business posi
tion. No, no, sir," proceeded Robert
more rapidly "I have been doing no
boasting. An old neighbor, passing
through the city here, mixed me up
with the Mr. Dunn who is the head
of the big grain house across the
way. He carried the news of my
grandeur back to the humble little
village where my parents live. The lo
cal papers glorified me in a bombas
tic way. I got a letter from my moth
er, written amid tears of pride and
joy I could trace that from the
stained pages. I dared not undeceive
lier. I had given them a modest home
out of my earnings and savings. I
sent them comfortable remittances
regularly. I let the old folks dream.
I want to entertain them on the basis
they believe me to occupy. I want to
send them home happy in the belief
that I am, as my dear mother has
written me, 'a man among men.' "
"Dunn," burst forth Mr. Blair, "you
anaze me." There was a quiver of
his stern Up, for he was touched.
"Take the house. Right or wrong,
for the old mother's sake go ahead."
Then in his brusque way he" bowed
Robert out of his private office. And
then for nearly five minutes he sat in
deep, somber cogitation.
The secret of the diligence and the'
rigid economy of his employe was
Sat in Deep, Somber Cogitation.
out at last He was not a sentimen
tal man, but a thought of his own.
mother, who had not lived to witness
his material success, came back to
him with strange force. He figured
in his mind that on an average of
$1,200 a year Robert Dunn might
possibly save up the $1,000 he was
about to expend, but not much more.
And yet he envied him this opportu
nity of sacrificing all he had to keep
bright the heart of his devoted father
It was a peculiar situation. Rob-