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-CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
ANY GIRL AS TOLD TO MARGARET WAVERLY (CONTINUED) "I did not realize, Margie, that I had very little money untiUafter I started to pack up a few things","then I found that I had only enough to pay for my tickets and stateroom which I had thoughtlessly ordered. "Ola went down after -the tickets' and came back quickly saying there was a red-headed young man down at the ticket office who said he knew me, lived in my town, and that, as it happened he was going home that evening, too, he would look after everything. "I did not even ask his name, for all I could hear was: 'Your mother is very ill, come home immediately.' "But when I got down to the train I looked up into the ugly, freckled face of Jeff Perrigreen, crowned with its shock of red hair. " 'I am so sorry, Miss Newton, you are in trouble," he said. 'I am going through tonight and if you will al low me to look after your baggage I'll be mighty glad to do it "I gave him my checks without a word and was ushered into my state room by the porter. "All night long the grinding wheels kept pounding out the words: 'Your mother is very ill, come home at once.' "It was daylight before I fell into a troubled sleep, and it was after 9 the next day when I rang for the porter and asked him to bring me a cup of coffee and an orange. I had quite forgotten that I had ho money to pay for them until after he had gone. "I was almost in a panic, but I hap pened to think of Jeff and hastily I got up and dressed. "In a few minutes the waiter brought in my tray on which was a great bunch of violets, as well as the coffee and fruit " 'The young gentleman says if you are not too tired can he call and I give you your checks, miss?' said the porter. " 'Tell him to come right in.' "In a minute Jeff came in and blushed almost as red as his hair when I thanked him for the flowers. Then, Margie, I blushed, for I had to confess that through some negligence caused I suppose by my mother's ill ness, my father's secretary had failed to send me my allowance which had been due to reach me the morning before. "Immediately Jeff's face lighted up and he handed me a roll of bills. " 'I don't want all of them,' I pro tested. 'If you will lend me $20 I will have dad send you a check just as soon as I get in today.' " 'Don't hurry, Miss Paula,' said Jeff, and then he got all red again. "I think I'll ring and see if I can get the morning paper,' I said, but as my hand was on the push button Jeff sprang up. " 'Let me get it for you,' he said, and disappeared outside the door. "He came back shortly saying that there were no papers to be had and that he would try to get me one at the next station. I could hot help thinking that he had grown a shade less ugly ana- remarking on the coin cidence of his traveling home with me. I asked him where he had been. " 'I am at Yale, but some very im portant business is calling me home. I shall only spend one day home, as I must be back as soon as possible.' " 'Did you see last night's papers? I was so. upset I never thought to buy them. There might have been some thing in them about mother's sudden illness.' "It seemed to me that Jeff stut tered a little as he informed me that he, too, had been too busy to see the papers. " 'Won't you come out and have luncheon?' he agked a little later.