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T1IE WEEKLY CALEDONIAN, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 1(1, 1919
PAGE FIVE- "The Greater Glory" A 100,000-word Novel by the Editor of The Evening Caledonian about folks in a Vermont town like St. Johnsbury The ftory of two girls, cach-wiih a philosophy of life and of love and how tho$2 philosophies worked out in after life, the worldly glory of one and the " greater glory " that came to the other. Follow it each night, chapter by chapter and read into the lines your own experience. 'ihc day died as tlicy sat there, just us it had died one springtime years nml vraw before. Rob ns cal ed fan across the valley where the sun shone in long slanting beams of gold. The iiuuii JL...K.....U rv. the world and on the old Purse place and upon the woman's life, "I guess . . . HI go now, Mary, lUai-J', Herbert said clumsily as in days of: yore. n v m . : 1 x ou ii cuuiu uaiii unu act; ini, Herbert. That at least would be a pleasant thing for both of us." ''Perhaps, Mary," he said. He started to go. Then he came back. "And there was a little black mare Mon Mon Monday Washin' " he r..,.u:i : "She diea ot colic one nignt aDouc twelve years ago, Herbert. But she had a good home to the last." "I'm glad of that," he said with much of his old awkwardness. "l hanK you, Mary." "You'll come again and visit, Her - "Perhaps, Mary. Goodbye." "Goodbye, Herbert." She watched him shufTle across thc i i ,...j.. 4u. innnlAH. Hn wont ilnwn thn vn.i.l iind then lie also vanished where so much in Mary's life had vanished around it might mean war. Thc article went When we reached thc place by another world, . rigid and transfix the bend in thc road by thc sumachs, j on to add that there was to be a great taxi after supper, the place, despite cd, . what all those long years Around the bend in thc road by union meeting of three of the biggest its wo'ld-famous size, was crowded i mcant in thc office of the littlc "Paris the sumachs, indeed! I N York churches in the immense to the doors with people. Old Aunt i . .. T,v, , nntr ,lnvs Poor Herb! He went around the' Manhattan Tabernacle that following, Mary bore up well in the crowds; hci'.1' V " c'"p " . !l " " bend by thc sumachs and down the Sabbath evening and because of his anticipation of what was coming af-1 " Y"c' . "c ' TB TJ 1 .simple country road. And some- tremendous editorial position, an in-1 tcrward was pathetic. We fought ! where down near Simonds woods ' viUition had been extended to this ; cur way up four flights of stairs and ! 0"' one noui at a umc 101 me saKc because of thc mental strain which big newspaperman to preach thc scr-; came out on a great gallery with the ; , J'1" " h'l"' C"",?Cf ,? !" 1.A .;..:i Lii.l ....n.. 1iniiniii.i mnii Hie nnpnnfnnn hud hnnn in- ' nrlmln imol c?ai i-ii-inn hnlnw i.. :..' l:.. J.!...i i.- i.i u:.. t,.i. i i,. ,1 i u..: i. r quiet evening hours 111 rlllC reilWHKUIllNK UI Ills lllllltl, UU- .iv;i.i. iii.-. IV-AI M.I HJ . Hi;.-lUAj LilluilKU wmi ClUIUblU liuilitlil ' . . ... .:u h fl cause, perhaps, of thc old associations Christ, thc King of thc Nations." I Three unoccupied scats were obtain-; c." . ov , , e 0 .. i ...t.:.u 1.1 i i : i.i a.,i iw i ...i .i i... ii. :i ;.. i... .,.,. lined and said: . you Him Hl WHICH Lliry U1HIUIIly IllUilllt III iM.tr, iiiuim.1 vivi nuni Aitnj . UUWI1 iV tllU iiiii ill Hie lum again, something happened in poor old Herb's head and he fell in , thc road there and was found by old ! man Dickinson, driving out from the, village later that night with the even-1 ing mail. He was dead by the time that old man Dickenson got him to Dr. John- son's. I All H...I .,:..!,( .,,,.1 ll, ..! ,1,.., 1, lay in Blake Whipplcs Undertaking t..i j.. r...' 1 ailUlS Wim I1U OIIC HI lllUUlllC IUI , him excepting a few poor old friends ( who shortly will be lying in Blake' Whipple's parlors themselves and who scarcely recognized in him thc boy of the Long Ago no one to care only a frayed handful to come to the funeral. Thc men and women of the village who had known him in thc old days,1 took up a purse to defray thc expen- J scs of that simple service and he was laid away beside his father and mo thcr on thc hill with Jack Purse sleeping through thc years a few graves away under the briarbloom. CHAPTER V In Which the Long Lane of Life Turns Suddenly for Mary Purse Through Green Pastures and Be side Still Waters and Her Cup of Life's Happiness and Reward Is Filled to Its Brim. An abominably-written book you say. Thc hero killed in the middle and the heroine left to wander her dreary way on to the last chapter alone. And even toward the end, when the man who might have mar ried her and completed the conven tional romance comes back, there too comes another piece of poor plot con struction there is no proposal'worth Well, perhaps so! Perhaps indeed wo have had enough of the sad things of life. Let us regale ourselves in thc last few chapters remaining to us with some situations that arc tuned in a different key. For with tho passing of Herb Truman around tho bend in thc road by thc sumachs, something else happens. A leaf was turncd just there in Mary's life. Thc summer and autumn passed. Then came an awful Vermont winter when Sam made his maiden sister go and live with Aunt Mary Purse to scc that the old house on Cobb Hill saw no further tragedy. Spring came in again with its weeks of al ternate slush and mud and pneumo nia weather. Then one day before the mud was entirely dried or thc first the name, no reunion and "living hap-.'trouble and heartache. He took a " l"c last mrcc arose 10 announce; pily ever after", no ending to thc tan- quick turn up and down the I the speaker for thc evening. Wc do T" "Y" ''IT htL" gled ends of the skein of the char-Lfikc. "Bill," he declared, "I' not know why.-when one man is!.6' n.hadf ' actors' lives as wc expect them to end '.can't go myself on account of , called upon to introduce a speaker of, houl; "f,3'h'!dh.d -in books. . I. Saunders coming down tomorrow on evening, that he should deem it ;lum,be nded " tat- green shoots began pokingthrough the gotten to provide for her; tell her fragrant sod, Sam at thc exchange you're going to New York on a busi tablc was trying to think up a subject ncss trip for thc paper and there's a for .an editorial, pawing idly amid thc chance for her to visit her boy and mass of newspapers, free magazines,' his wife as an equal surprise to them. political clap-trap and press material which would later find its way into our wastcbaskct. His hand struck a long heavy periodical done in brown paper. When he drew it forth he saw it was addressed in a man's hand writing and that it bore a two-cent stamp. Suddenly the editor's feet, came down with a startled clump. He sat boll upright, holding tho open maga zine in his hands. Then he crossed ti'ic floor, uttered an exclamation as 1' in did so and laid thc paper down on li ny desk. "BUM" he cried, lying it out flat, "look at the front cover and tell me whose picture that is!" I - t n - it t . i .now mm: ui course l Knew mm. S.nm". "ccd to rcad thc ,mmc be"Cath the picture. nMrv's bov" I said and the bookkeeper overheard and came arunning. It was the current issue of a New , v,.1, troll,. ,. hllch,l fn. nn,... mpn V.. t 4m "hnd nnennil I Tkn,.n!n rh ,vhi Af rh ....... v. " e of the greatest newspapers in Amer- . I 't.. Mi tt.ii L.T"?,t0 f!?,!!-0"' Er' H?!. "Turn to page seven, Mr. Hod! ! beo-P-n,! thn hookkofin-iv "Son wlvit . - ..... ns ROt t0 say "1SK1 aUout lllra- L, c turncd to the indicated page, There as we expected wo found Tom ui0b im x u.sl! onco washed the forms and swept out , oul" littlc country office. Sure re er : enough too, our littlc country paper was given full credit as being his kindergarten of journalism. , cut mat was not all. Tllc United States at thc time, was annarcntlv hpr.nminu- pmhrnilrd in diplomatic difficulty with Mexico, Feme might have to be employed; -r.. . i , i i ought to sec this paper dared. "Bill," said Sam thickly, " his no to see the boy himself . risen toj his power and his manhood. Don't! you know it was her wish all along ! I a pitcously disappointed wish 1 thut one of her boys should turn 'out a preacher? Bill, . Aunt Mary I i !..,,. 1, .,.1,1...,,.,. ! that massive congregation." iia...i i i.i.. ii. :.i t I' , t1 C I bill I'. - ' V vat. .'AM. J ..uv. . . . ...... . V V L VI VI 1 II Ituun 1 1 1 1 1 1 I 1 UIIOHAVUi l.VI W MW X?J L, ZZ ieced-and that in the dusk we be-' eyes were livid things. Aunt Mary's oldest boy-a strong- see h ,. fc fj ftMsa ss rTNrYnh,tinrfour! ,ijown thc,c r th npinnat i: J:i...:..i light's dreariness. Three or four , the center of that irreat throne-, the mm us jeuuiiiK uuiwuiiui-wiiLui ." 1 de- AllU I WUUIUll t llllllU llUUllIIg I'm ill i.-u nwuiu Kuuvciwnuuiuig. 'him myself," I replied vehemently. "Wait and scc," was all wc suid. There was silence between us for We stole two or three glances at a moment. It was the littlc book- her while waiting for those .service.; keeper who said: j to begin. Her face was deep-lined "Wouldn't it be grand if Uncle Bil-1 with the care and the struggle she lie could take Aunt Mary down there j had experienced. Her red hands that somehow, telling her nothing about had set so many personals for our it, and get her into thatj little local paper, were distorted oul, building without ever knowing whoj"f shape with the years of labor; thc speaker was to be, . and sur-1 they were now covered with new prise her by seeing her son walk out I h'ack gloves. But she was gazing and address that audience." ! Sam Hod suddenly acted like a boy. j "Bill," he cried, "I've got an j idea!" "Yes?" ! "Let's do a kindly act for just! oncc in our lives, let's do a kindly act!" "Considering that for thirty-seven ' years we've been robbing widows : and orphans, firing foundling asylums' K 1 ..L .4- f ! ...u iwu.k , um... ut 1 - - 1 I business, yet was placing Jesus the under cripples, let s have an cxplan- mightily inteicslcd indeed wcie we V' , t. tw., r c,.,., ation." ' when three men mounted the chancel ' ''on of of Son;ows "I'm for giving Mary Purse a whale ' and took seats in the high-backed ''le JtroatcBt of all Statesmen, Christ of a blow-out at the 'TclcgraphV chairs behind the pulpit. For in the he Mastel foll'd a th t expensc." i center of them, in a smooth sleek ,le' " who PP governments "A banquet" fck coat which fitted his stocky f .me.n "1ust ,bc bu,lfc wcathc,r tno "No, you fat-head ! A trip to New ; and some youthful figure we , w aSS PCP B' York . to heur her son deliver that ; liad small difficulty in recognizing! l . address! You get her to do it, Bill. ! even from that height Thomas Purse .f'e had la'n with.h Here's where Aunt Mary, for thc first ! of the Paris Telegrah office and the J" aKony and heard his first word timn i i,,. liro i. .mini t hi, it,.. I noor Purse wlacc css cllcs P'cicing the darkness of duccd to something beside worry and 1 coming the annual paper contract, Hut vou j r:ln irn Kill vntl nn irn .....1 1 take Aunt Mary' and the miner Spay her expense. TakeTer i down to tho Big City without saying one word to her of her boy s promo- tion or what they vc asked him to do. Take her down and for once let the poor starved lonesome old soul get one final ray of sunshine into her over-worked anil spent and exhausted . life." Agreed? Of course we agreed. Acting on an i in pi j so that was strange in Sam Hod, thc editor Hung himself into his chair, felt for his checkbook and wrote a good-sized check. "Take your wife into it, Hill. Make her get Aunt Mary all the clothes she needs that her boys may have for- I And we'll charge it up to profit and loss but principally profit." It took two days effort on tho part . . iii. 1 j 1 j wnn ipii nil' 11 1 111 in 1 iiiir nil rif nnvt nni of my wife and myself to pcrsuudc'of the gallery. People craned their Aunt Mary to accompany us on n trip to New York and incidentally "look in" on her son. I remember the first lime I went out to talk with her about it, she was sitting in her rocker in the side room. I had the trade magazine with inn but wc had care fully clipped out the note on thc end of Tom's biography telling about thc address. "Mary," I said, ""They've printed Tom's pjictuie' in a New tYoik paper." . Her wrinkled hand went to her lips, "My stars!" she cried faintly. "Has 1 . ! "IHH no got in jau. "No such bad luck, Mary Get ' iTimii rrliiL'citj nml l.nari thiu 1iinin Antl then Ann and I have got a plan for a good time to propose to you." So it was that three days later Aunt Mary and my wife and I were m" " 1 """ 1 bci"K whirled through lower Conncc- tlcut ,n the cna11' CU' ot a ''unman i .i.,..: u mi...... u..a i,i, flirt fivcf niift M-.IW hiirl nvm' OYnm. .I mun iii.it. liim li'nnefivnrl TJ nf " L ZWZV1.010"?1 ..T I i K .. u.iuv.. v. ....v-v.n.. Tom's wife wouI(1 be glad to scc 1,cr coming in unannounced in this way. 1 " ... . . "V;, Vr.'; we icuii nci mm am uiai,ncai. ,01. ooy j)leach! IJown there ' surprise parties were always happiest was Thomas Purse, the boy and the add studiously kept newspapers man w10 hud fought and conquered away from her so. that no mention of an,i won. )0Wn there was the !ad mo coming mecung migm reacn ncr, , It was a difficult task inventing ex-1 cuscs for not going immediately on our arrival to Tom Purse's residence n i t -n; ii . i i i over in Brooklyn. Finally we had to I tell her that it was arranged for Tom to meet us that evening at the close 0f a big meeting in the Manhattan TnhnrniiMn which h wnu nnvnrimr i. i a: 2 il.. Tiff I. .i.. ! for his oaner. Which was thc truth . " . i and satisfied her. on thc sheer edge of thc dizzy depths down into thc body of thc house. .jm.ti, uviua wti; Ki.v 11 vv.fecm , Just before the great organ began to shake that tremendous edifice, old Aunt Mary leaned over. "Whose goin' to be the preacher tonight?" she whispered, A flood of emotion wont over us that nearly swept us over the rail. IVnii Aunt Mm-trl If ckn ,..,lir tnnivl But we had kept thc secret well; thc ,.i. i.i l. ..,..L.i.,:nn i over that rail with the entranced de- light of a child. Time passed quickly. We had come in late. The biggest pipe 01- gan in America or in the world began to rumble and fill that trcmen- 'ous void with sound. Who thc minister was who rcad the scripture or who the dignitary n 'j. wno made the prayer, we do not low. It doesn't matter. Neither flirl t hn ln:w!rr nf f hn mnuin Tiii It was after eight o'clock when one . . necessary to impose on people s pa- ... r. . 1. . . i cnee wnn suncr nous o -aiorv 01 nis own. Probably it's thc same thing; that prompts an author to hold thc : : . : suspense of his plot as long as pos sible to be smart and score on his! rcuder. But thn official laid himself 1 out for :i full eiirlir. minutes. Thnn Im ended up with Tom Purse's name, Aunt Mary's cvcsiirht had not been i keen enough to recognize Tom from ; inc ncigni ana inc distance as wc Had s-v-1 ":,:" w"' cvur cuimo. one mm done. So she suddenly leaned over. I Kivcn the best that was in her and "What?" she demanded in a hoarse he had left her and gone out to take whisper. "What did he say thej ,,is P'ace in the battle of life among speaker's name was?" men. But this was the glory of it: "He said, Mary," I told her in althaljie had not been untrue to her voice I did not recognize as my j whom he had left in boyish thought own, "he said the speaker of thc',cssncss "P m New England's bleak evening was Mr. Thomas Purse!" hou,s of twilight. Ho had fought a "Why! why, that's the name of : man's-sized fight and won his reccig my boy!" shc gasped. j mtion. He was her son! And wc "Mary," wc said, almost fearful of; the result, " that is your boy!" Old Aunt Mary drew back and for one great moment became rigid . us though turncd to stone. My boy I my boy toni! she cried. It was heard all over our part heads in our direction. "Yes," I replied. "He's speaking here tonight? He's prcuchin'?" "Yes, Mary. It was all a littlc sur prise for you. That's why we brought yon down. Hush! Tom . . your boy Tom, is blurting his address!" Her boy ! Down there on the pinnacle, facing that gigantic sesV"Vuuiao faces By William Dudley Pelley with the vast lights overhead, . the vast balconies and galleries swung- around, . thc great organ at his back, . that stocky, well-dress ed, fine-faced man down there on the pinnacle addressing this vast assem '"lage of people in strong, sure steady i statements mat was ner ooy: j Her gnarled misshapen old hands, ' made only to do mother-work and to '""'- lu l,u lUIH-"l" w hold a composing stick, gripped the rallng. Her care-f urrowed face look- I - ... ... i nomas i-ui.se oi ine poor i urse Ivcc, . and all this crowd was hcre to hca, him preach . to . " . . - that by sheer merit and brains and thc blood of his mother that was in him, had pounded his way up until his vojcc liml his pen were conceded to rank among those mightiest in the i!inti. And he was her boy! unl hn wnu livnn phiiKr 1 1 It must have come to Aunt Mary, 'u shc s,lt lhclc 111 tnose ncxt lcw . i . ? . .: i : ..i ; when she had littlc boy want your father, littlc lad; and oh dear God, I want him, too!"; hours when she had worked into the dark and ticking mid- . , , .,i: t:iil '"h,r . '""" J"0 making tiny littlc clothes, sewing on little buttons, while her tears blend ed with thc stitches and she could not sec her needle for them; memories of the day when his father had died and i;he had accepted her lot with thc nol,.,c Pnl,osoPny tn'u J;10 ttl"e .sent us to do overcome anu we 11 get along somehow, I guess," which hicunt she would shoulder uncom plainingly the double burden; mono tonous backbrcaking months and years when she had worked over u !,rimy typecase for the sake of the food and the clothes and the taxes ;.nd the meagre tuition which thc re l ultant money could provide; days of agony, when shc had watched thc boys go out of sight around thc bend in the road by thc sumachs; lonely days when she had wandered through the rooms of thc poor Purse place and fancied shc saw little ghosts tod dling about the legs of toy-scarred tables verily indeed all these must have come to Aunt Mary in that ,'trcatest of all moments, that wonder ful heart-pausing moment when she looked over the edge of thc high bal? cony down on tne dkick stocuy ugurc who was of the world and the world's ' new-born niRhta. She it had been tlnt'nliln1liriiin litt tinnnn onltnnl , " v.hi- flnvy i'limfni'tf rl him in hia hmriuh ;.......... 1..: ,.i ...nu 1.:.- :.. 1.:.. ...... ... ;orrows; advised with urn in his -n ing lug,ool love affairs; guided him as best she knew into ways "at lea 10 nonor ana upngiit- as 11 was given ncr Willi ncr limited advantages to know. He had finally left her as is the 'aw of life and of species the wide world over through all ages that have K,low lnul -su moments wncn sne w:it.flinil him ilnurn hnfitv llinun thousands, Aunt Mary came into the blessing of her heritage through an emotion that is known by no other save the mother-heart. It was her i flcut "' all-consuming, all-allcviat ing, all-recompensing moment of 1 power and glory, thc greater glory, ' thc greatest glory, of whose width and breadth and depth there is no ' telling. j When it, was over we got her out of that place somehow and down those cursed flights of atairs. Out in Ihc street, after the press of .he throng and thc excitement, the body that had given so much and spent so much, broke beneath the strain. Shc fainted. In a taxi we took her bun idly to hrr hotel and summoned ' a phyfician. Hours uftcrward the man of mcdi ' cine called me aside. 1 "Has this woman any children or other relatives?" he asked. Yc told him that shc had. "I advise you to call them," he said. "Somehow-, all nt once, her system has given out. It's a general break down and collapse. She may pull thiouirh it: shc ninv no ouictlv and without any pain. Yes, get them here. Perhaps they will help her. It's a peculiar case. I don't under stand it." But wc who remembered Mary Purse as shc had come to work for us in the long ago, wc who remember ed the love-match with poor Jack Purse, we who remembered the young mother with the wistful face who had trundled babies past the Main Street shop-windows, we who remembered thc one who had driven her husband home that last night from Ezekial's and two weeks later buried him; we who remembered the mother in whose face as shc took up her cross smil ingly Sam had seen Jesus Christ, and who had watched one by one those she loved best on earth go down the road and become lost to view by the sumachs we understood. Aunt Mary had lived to realize that all her labors and sacrifices had not been in vain. She had known the greater glory the greatest glory. And now she wanted to go and tell the man she had lost back over the years. CHAPTER VI In Which At Last We Come to Know j What Is Meant By the Greater Glory Which Often Comes to Wo mankind When thc Sun of Life Is Setting. A day-and-a-half later thc Purse boys began arriving. There came a moment thut evening that I can never, never forget. On the rich bed lay thc frail body of a broken-down old woman. Shc was sallow and spent and her life was ebbing. And about that bed stood six stalwart, full-grown, manly men strong men, men who were do ing thc work of thc world, clean-cut well-born, firm-jawed fellows. First there was Tom, who stood at the head of the bed and held his mother's hand. Daily through his edi torial page he spoke to a quarter mil lion men and women and impressed great truths upon them with a pres tige and power exerted by no pulpit. Ncxt came Fred, who occupied a chair in an agricultural university. He taught men how to grasp the great forces of nature provided by the Creator, and with aid from them bring forth scientifically thc food wherewith to feed the race. Beside him was Theodore, the man who wrestled with other forces of nature und subdued them and com pelled them to do his bidding. He spanned stream.; for human com merce. He laid the rails that brought civilization into thc far places. He carried to success great irrigation projects so that water was brought to arid lands and the desert through his hand and brain was made to blos som like a rose. On thc other side of the bed were Uichard and George and Dexter. Each man was on his way toward success. But most of all, they were first of nil men resourceful, honest, forceful men, expending their lives and their talents for the betterment of thc race. And there on thc bed, broken and frail and worn-out and old, lay thc one to whom they owed their being. From her loins they had sprung; from her travail they had felt that first sharp sting of life in their nostrils, by her ministrations they had been nurtured into mature life until they stood the completed product of wo man and thc Almighty. Shc was only a poor old woman, spent and worn and almost done with life. But she was not a failure. No woman who raises one child or a dozen and spends her life to bring other lives to maturity and into the image of thc Creator no such wo man is a failure, regardless how hum ble may have been her lot or dark and cruel the pathway shc has trod den. At length thc boys withdrew into Dcxtcr's bedroom across the hall. In ailence, with looks sheepish and ashamed, they grouped themselves in different attitudes about their eldest brother. At length that eldest broth er spoke. His voice was husky. "A grateful bunch of fat-heads wc six arc, aren't wc?" "What do you mean, 'grateful'?'' "How long since you did?" mother last or sent her any money?" "A couple of months, I guess." "A couple of months! Sufferin Moses! Call yourself a son. Bah!" "How long since you did?" "Three months," replied Tom hon estly. "Call yourself a son?" mimicked George. "No; a skunk!" said thc eldest son equally honest. In his slow, thoughtful, precise way, Frederick spoke up. "I guess it hasn't been that we think any less of mother or were un grateful. But mother's always' ap peared so self-reliant and self-supporting and efficient that -it's never come homo to us hard enough that slip was human and could grow old and get played out. I don't know as I ever gave it much thought." . "To say nothing," added George, " of being so blooming concentrat ed in making good at our jobs that wc hadn't much time to give to as- MiciHtion of thc past." Silence, hcowlN, much drumming 011 table tops with finger tips. Kichard bit thc tip off u cigar savagely. i recognized her and standi up ami ! "My God, fellows," cried Tom," i trotted after to overtake her. He 'mother's fifty-seven; fifty-seven only ; j went inside also and smirked nt her. ' and she's old! She looks seventy. Half-apologeticnlly, ho fidjretted him , We're a bunch of cads, the whole self about until shc noticed him. kiboodlc of us. Dammit!' J "Hello Gcorgic! You following. Thc b'-others took thc censure j me 'round again? Come oh in and without protest. have something, George. Come and ! "What's her life been?" demand- j keep mc company because I wish I I cd Tom. "She came off the farm and was dead." j married dad. And they were poorer !i n was just what the little poodle ! than scrub whites and had to furnish !,0f a mnn had wildley hoped for. MBy I their homes on installments. Shc be if Mibb imbibed tho appropriate had this holy-rolling bunch of rough - necks one by one that tied her down and took away her looks and her wo manhood and made her old even be fore dad died. And then she lost him. We're old enough now to rca- 1: ...1. i 1- 1 i. ; .. this is the first time to our knowledge that mother's been to New York in her life?" "Go on! rub it in!" prompted Ted. "Fellows," concluded Tom quickly because he could not go on, " it's up to us to see that she spends thc rest of her days in joy-riding. It's up to us to help her make up for lost time." "How?" "Here's my share: A week ago thc paper wanted to send me to Europe to get a line on international politics. I turned it down because Lily could n't leave her crippled sister.- I had no heart to go alone. The paper's sending Saunders. But here's where Saunders gets a disappointment. I'm going to Europe and by, God, moth-1 cr's going with me!' "At her age?" "What about her age? She's only iji... 11 . . . 1 inty-seven. ah momer wants is a resting spell . and a chance to come back." "Go in and tell her so," ordered George. "Maybe it'll help her to recover." Tom left thc room to talk it over with his mother. As he closed the door behind him, he came face to face with a strange woman. She was dressed in a long heavy coat and a hat of gorgeous red plush. Her fea tures wore burned out and old, her nze wimi. sne iuccu, me morning sue thread-bare little man. He sat op returned to her place in the news-1 posite her, his little rounded Bhottld paper office to fight the battle of life ers hunched up, his thumbs together for thoughtless scum like ourselves, j on tho table's edge, in his buttonhole And think of the stunt she's put over ; n wjitcd ragged nosegay, since! Boys, does it strike you that! .No: snmethinr worse than my eyes tired. Something ailed her lips 1 If you don-t want to lniss it( sjt where she could not speak distinctly. you a).e Gc0rge, and watch mc difi- "I'm looking for two-fifty seven," , sipatc." xhc said. j "But Mabel, . my dear! . ' "What do you want with two-fifty-1 "Don't, dear, mc! You want some seven?" I thing out of me. Nobody ever dears "1 just heard a story up in Man-! a selfish woman unless they want batten Tabernacle that Tom Purse's favors. There's going to be a funeral mother was in the crowd there thc here, George. I know a woman other night and .fainted. A police-1 who's goin' to bury-her sorrows and man told mc shc was brought here." heartache in wine. Hold a coffin "Shc was. But you can't scc her." i handle, George. It will be cntcrtain- ' Hut I must scc her. "Who arc you?" bhc told him but the name made , littlo or no impression on him. "I knew your mother when we were girls up in Vermont together. Wc were chums, shc and I," said thc woman. "What do you want with my moth er just now?" "I fant to visit her. I want to tell her somcthin'." "You can't do it; she's ill!" said thc son determinedly. "Badly ill?" "Yes." "She's liable to die?" "Yes." The woman's eyes stared ut him j blankly for a moment. Her crippled lips formed a small round O. "She'd oughtn't to die without knowing." "Knowing what?" "I couldn't explain so you'd ap preciate. Listen! will shc live through thc night?" "Wc hope so!" Thc woman backed away, turned, started swiftly for the elevator. "I'll be back!' she called. "I must go to my apartment." Tom went in to his mother. Half an hour, later came a tap at thc door. The nurse answered thc summons. "There's a women out here says she must see you, Mr. Purse." Tom went out. Thc woman with thn red plush hat was there again. "Is shc any better, Mr. Purse?" "A bit yes." "But I can't scc her?" "No." "If she wakes up and recognizes things, will you give her this note?" "Perhaps. It depends on her con dition. What's in it?" "I heard your speech. It's sort of a surrender." "My speech?" "No; that note." The nurse called to him. "You're mother's whispering your name, Mr. Purse. You'd better come." Tom thrust the big square envelope into his pocket where it crumpled and was immediately forgotten. The woman in the red plush hat avoided the elevator. She went slow ly down the stairs, . as one who had been cast out. Thc woman in thc red plush hat, with thc tired eyes, walked thc hard pavements in the cold Spring rain. The rain in thc country is sweet and sad. It awakens a hundred fragrant odcrs from shrubs and sod. But thc rain in thc city is raw and heartless and spatters down like a curse and a scourge, a reproof from the Creator that the cities are foul'and an abom ination unto Him. ' , ' Thc woman walked thc streets of the city beneath this rain that was slowly bedraggling the hat and the iron gray hair. At length she came to an eating and drinking place that she knew and she turned inside. ! And as .-he turned inside, 11 moth- catrn little poodle of a man who had been stnmling in a nearby doorway, 1 number of drinks she would become generous as she had at sundry timoa in the past, and loan him five no ho could go back and get another week's bed and board. I "I.nst vnr ioh. Mibb?" askod the i .r. a- iob. Georo-e." "What could be worse'n your job to lose, Mibb?" "My soul, George, my soul, my soul!" He looked at Mibb trying to get his cue. Was she facetious or al- ready intoxicated or was she in earn- cst? He concluded she was indulging in grim jest. "And when did you lose this soul o your'n, Mibb?" . "Years and years ago, George. Years and years ago whon I was young and handsome." George smirked. "You're pretty and handsome now, Mibb." Thus did he hopo to wheedle the five. "Pretty and handsome? Don't bo an ass, George, I'm not in tho moou ! for it tonight." t "If you ain't pretty and handsome, what are Vou? 'ITVii a irronci I'm a greasy burned out, old wo man with a heart like a peanut and a face that shows plainly enough .'he's gone the pace and is paying thc price. That's what I am!" I "You're a woman " began George. I "I'm not a woman I'm only fc i.uile. Maybe I showed some traces of being a woman once. Maybe I could havc become a woman if I'd had a better bringing up and not been so God-damned selfish. But I bung led the job of life and I see it now and I think I'm going to get drunk. ing: "But Mabel; really, you mustn't, you know. You 11 lose your job- "Lose my job! And what o' that? What's the loss of a job beside thc things I've lost?" "What havc you lost, especially, Mabel?" "What havc I lost especially? Listen, I'll tell you what I've lost especially. I've lost my girlhood and my future; I've lost the regard of respectable people and a birthright of honor. I've lost thc love of one of thc finest men God ever made, sort of a silly grinning fellow- but with a heart as good as gold and out of whom I could have made a man, and a husband who'd bo with mc now and make my last days hap py. I've, lost a fine home and friends and the things that money can't buy, and I've lost a fortune also. I've lost baby arms around my neck' and damp drooly baby kisses on. my lips. I've lost the blessings of littlc chil dren growing up around me, George! and thc joy of caressing their Jbump and softening their tragedies and healing their bruises, I've lost God! what hWcn't I lost !--Fve -lost the glory of reaching times that I've rcached'now, tonight, and n6t a single man to tower over- my shoulder and call me . mother, . and stand around with -his brothers- beside my hed and pray to God, if there is -one, that .my Jjfc may; bo spared for the sake of what I mean . to someoiw." That's ;What I've ' loet, oc-specially, George, and I only want to forget my troubles und be 'carried bck in tancy to my girlhood m.a little, New England town again!" The waiter came up. Mibb order ed wine. George raised his stubby littlc hands in protest. But a bit hysterically she laughed him down. (Continued next week) WOMAN CRIED "WITH PAIN Thousands of women work toSay ' while suffering from kidney or blad der ailments that can be relieved. Mrs. L. 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