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She laughed a dreary, yet some
how "brave attempt at mirth that
hurt Don strangely. Where, he pond
ered, had he heard a laugh like that
—a laugh that hurt him? The* sound
recalled something — wakened a
memory . . . He had it now! That
lovely dark-eyed Eurasian at Shang
hai. A cad named Norton had play
ed around with her—till he found
out. Quite by chance Don had been
present when the man repulsed her,
openly, brutally, before people. . .
And the girl had laughed. Laughed
to keep herself from weeping. That
laugher had haunted Don for weeks.
And now . . .
With an effort he dragged him
self back from the Orient to hear
this other girl affirm, her young
voice bitter: "Maybe you think you
would. Maybe you never seen her
till she was all dolled up. I bet she
don’t work in no dye house anyway.
What’s her job?"
"She—’’ Don paused, then finish
ed with sudden inspiration. "She
plays the piano, and—”
“The piano! Say, are you trying
to kid me? The piano went out when
the talkies came in, boy. Didn’t you
know that? I had a chum that could
tickle the ivories to beat the band.
Played in a movie theatre and dress
ed like she was Gloria Swanson. Why
that girl had her nails fixed up in
a beauty parlour every Saturday.
Honest, I ain’t kiddin’.” (Don saw
with pity the dye-stained fingers
clutching the rail.) "And then the
talkies came in and she lost her job.
Tough break, wasn’t it? She work
ed in a bakery for a while after, but
I guess she hated it most as much
as I hate the dye house. I never saw
no one so crazy about playin’ the
piano. She would play to helself at
night’s after she came from work.
But she lost her job again and had
to sell the piano to pay room rent;
and after that I guess she thought
there was no use tryin’ and . . .”
The girl’s voice trailed off, her
eyes seeking the water, and Don said
“What happened? What happened to
her after that?”
“What would happen to a girl
like her?” Hopelessness deep as the
water below them was in the answer.
“She ain’t respectable any more,
that’s all. My mother says she’ll
turn me out out if ever she catches
me talkin’ to her again; but I ask
you, honest, what could the girl do?
Sometimes I donno as it pays to be
Ryerson’s a grocer and they got
money. Joe likes me bctter’n he does
her; only—only—" (Don heard with
consternation the trembling voice.)
“only a feller likes his girl to looikf
swell when he takes her place, don’t
he?”
“Don thought compassionately:
“You’re right, poor kid. A fellow
does.” Then, stirred by a sudden,
compelling impulse, he moved near
er, and grasping the girl’s thin
shoulders turned her round so that
the moonlight fell on her bitter up
turned face.
“Look at me, girl,” he said. “Are
you on the level? Not kidding me?
No, don’t get mad" (as she shook his
hands off roughly). "I’m going to
help. Honest to goodness, I’m going
to help you kid.”
For he had read the answer to liis
question in those indignant, angry,
tear-stained eyes and 'knew that the
girl had talked so freely only be
cause she was lonely to the point of
heartbreak. He reached in a pocket,
thankful that his eccentric landlady
(who was once the unfortunate re
cipient of a forged cheque) insisted
on receiving her monthly stipend in
cold cash. Don had intended paying
her that night. A roll of bills met
his expectant fingers. After all, he
was thinking, it didn’t matter whe
ther the fickle Joo of the girl’s story
was worthy of her 01 not.
She loved him. poor child! She
wanted to be beautiful — for him;
and—thank GodI—he could maikie
her dream come true. His hand slid
from the pocket, and lifting those
dye-stained/- work-worn young fin
gers, he closed them gently round
the roll of greenbacks.
“That’s your’s sister. Go mafce
yourself pretty and tell your Joe to
quit the Ryerson girl for keeps.”
“iMine!” The girl stared down in
stupefaction at the money, her
breath coming in quick gasps. iShe
said, her voice breaiking on a, shaky
laugh: “Say!—who are you, anyhow
John D., or—or Santa Claus?”
Don grinned and answered: “I’m
just a friend. You ^an put that in
a safe place where your old man
can’t get it and'—”
“But—but you’re savin' up to get
married, ain’t you?” she protested.
“I can’t take your whole roll this
way—honest I can’t. I ain’t got a
right to take any of it; but—but if:
you’d spare me five bucks maybe I’d
get to save somethin’ next week.”
respectable anyhow. I met Cora < She extended the money as if to
(she’s the one I’m telling you about) J give it back to him, and Don, taking
a day last winter when I was freez-^
ing, and believe it or not, she was
wearin’ a fur coat!”
Don advised soberly: "I’d stay re
spectable just the same, sister, if I
were you.”
“And see my boy friend goin’ with
another girl because I ain’t got a
decent rag to wear when he talkies
me out?” she retorted furiously. “It
ain’t as if I could spend what I make
on clothes, as some girls can. My
old man don’t work steady and I
have to help my mother. Once last
winter I saved ten dollars for a new
dress. Thought it was safe under the
newspaper in my bureau drawer; but
—but my old man smelt it out and
took it. Ain’t that a dirty trick to
play on yer’old kid?”
“I’ll say it is-’
Don felt a consuming .desire to
lay violent hands on the “old man.”
“We was goin’ to a danice that
Saturday, me’n Joe.” The girl spoke1
hurriedly, as if it were a relief to
tell her story. “He thinks I looik
swell in pink. That’s why I wanted
the new dress. I didn’t find out about
the money till—till Friday, the day
I was goin’ to buy it. 'They was a
big sale on down to Raney’s and I
seen the one I wanted in the win
dow, only eigh-ninety-five, kid, and
worth fifteen it ’twas worth a dol
lar. It had gold Jace on it.
“Well, I never got it, o-’ course.
Seems like I never got anything I
Want. Joe took the Ryserson girl
to the party instead o’ me. Old man
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her hand in bolh of his, said gently
“No: It’s yours sister, every darn
cent of it. My girl would want you
to have it. See’i She likes to look
swell, too, you know. She’ll under
stand. Why, you poor kid! Don’t
cry. It’s nothing—nothing at all to
cry about ...”
Don ceased, ducking his head
against the blinding glare of head
lights as a big car moved slowly
across the bridge. Not until later did
he recall the fact that as those pow
erful lights picked him out of the
darkness, the car had wavered for a
moment, almost stopped, before it
went on into the night.
A week dragged by, one of those
first hot weeks that saps the energy
Even Nora wilted, and wilting, tho
ught compassionately of Don, sen
tenced to spend those enervating
days in the correct attire of a busi
ness man. How, ehe asked herself,
could she ever stick it out until Oc
tober? And if he didn’t . . .
.She came in early one afternoon to
find her father at home, minus his
collar and seated by an electric fan
He said, smiling an apology: “Its so
blamed hot downstairs I couldn’t
stand it. Don’t think I’ve ever known
it so warm this time of year. What
do you say to getting into the coun
try earlier than usual, my dear? You
look—”
“Don’t say how I look!” begged
Nora, slumping down limply beside
the fan. “I was hoping there was
something the matter with the hall
Severe Pains in His Back
So Bad Could Hardly Move
Mrs. Errol Hamilton, R. R. 1, Cataraqui, Ont.,
writes: — My husband had been suffering, for a whole
year, from severe pains in his back and they were so
bad at times he could hardly move.
t hiany different remedies, but got no relief.
I Was told to get Doan’s Kidney Pills for him, which
I did, and he has never been bothered since, and his
kidneys work fine.”
all and general siorrs; put up only by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont.
mirror? Such early heat is down
right wicked, isn’t it? I—I’m not go
ing to the country, father.”
“What do you mean?”
In his amazement James was ob
livious of a bead of perspiration that
tridkled persisently down his nose.
“I’m staying here,, that’s all.” as
serted Leonora. “Ned and his family
will be only to glad to keep you com
pany. It will save them money. Thart
always appeals to Ned, you know;
and Corinne will be spared the
bother of opening her own big house
something she grumbles about for
weeks beforehand. Or if this plan
doesn’t work out, Aunt Jean would
stay with you. Perhaps you’d like
that better anyway. Ned, Junior, is
getting to be a pest. That boy needs
some good old-fashioned chores, if
you ask me.”
“What do you know about chores?”
chudkiled her father; then added,
before the girl could answer: “You
can’t stay here, child.”
“Why not? The house is always
open.”
“But you’d suffocate, Nora.”
“And what about Don, with no
place but a boarding house bedroom
or a park bench to spend hot even
ings? JHe’s enduring a lot for me,
daddy. If I can’t hang around and
drive him out into the country af
ter his work’s done, *—I'm a slack
er.”
Her father considered this in sil
ence, pondering on the miracle of
what lo.ve does to one. He had
sometimes thought Nora a bit heed
less of other people, partly because
most of her own desires had been
gratified so easily; yet she ,was de
liberately contemplating a summer
in the city just to make life pleas
anter for that young man. It was,
he reflected, immensely surprising.
He said: “Will Don let you do it?”
“He’s not consulted. Of course
he’ll protest when he finds out, Dad
but you know how stubborn I can
be!”
“I do,” smiled James. “Ring for a
cold drink, Nora. You look apop
lectic. I can’t say I liikie this plan
of yours, my dear; but I suppose
you’ll honor us for week-ends.”
“Does that invitation include
Don?”
“It does if I can get you no other
way,” her father confessed with
honesty. “Don’t you realize daugh
ter, that I’m likely to miss you?”
Nora was touched. She said, gent
ly, “That’s nice of you, dad, espec
ially when I’m driving you almost
crazy. I’d kiss you if it wasn’t so
blazing hot.”
"Don’t!” James protested. "Hu
man contact a day like this would
be unbearable.”
Yet the truth was, he would have
welcomed her kiss with pleasure be
cause he felt that they were friends
again. The knowledge comforted
him greatly. Despite the heat and
Nora’s decision about the summer,
James felt more, light-hearted than
he had for weeks. Even some guard
ed questions, put by Ned that night,
questions as to where Don Mason
spent- the evenings he didn’t spendi
with Nora, failed to disturb him.
‘You’ll have trouble pinning any
damaging conduct on that young
man, Ned. He’s, not our sort, of
course; but there’s- noxning wrong
with his morals, I’m sure of that.”
“What makes you eo sure, Father?
“Partly things he’s told me him
self—things about life, you know;
and partly from observations. Did
you spend every evening with Cor
inne the year you were engaged,
Ned?”
“No, but—”
“Look here,” broke in the older
man,, have you heard something
about Don, something unsavoury?”
Ned admitted he hadn’t; and, de
ciding there would be no virtue in
worrying his father, dropped the
subject, to James’ evident relief. In
fact, James Lambert went to bed
in an uncommonly agreeable frame
of mind. Things seemed to be work
ing out all right. The knowledge
that Don had dined not once, but
several times with a world-famous
arctic explorer, had made an im
pression; and several people had
spoken warmly about the fellow.
Folitos liked him, apparently. And
he was doing well enough in the of
fice, considering that the work was
new to him—that he’d had no train
ing. No doubt Don would see, af
ter a while, that a matt with a fam
ily must settle down, Yes, James
went to bed in a peaceful frame of
mind.
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No so Nora. To save Don the
trip across town by trolley she had
driven out and picked him up at his
boarding house. He was waiting
for her on the steps in white trous
ers and blue coat—the correct pic
ture of a handsome young man ap^
propriately attired for a hot even
ing; but one glance told the estute
Nora that something was wrong
She said, returning nis somewhat
patient smile of greeting: “Hop in
Don; but slip off your coat. No reas
on for being more uncomfortable
than necessary.
“Oh, may I?”
(To be continued)
REPORT OF S. S. NO. 7, STEPHEN
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Here is a toast that I want to, drink,
To a fellow I’ll never knowl—i
To the man who’s going to take my place
When it’s time for me to go. ,
I wonder what sort of a chap he’ll be,
And I hope I can take his hand,
Just to whisper, “I wish you well, old man,”
In a way that he’ll understand.
I’d like to give the cheering word,
That I’ve longed at times to hear;
I’d like to give him the warm handclasp
When never a friend seems near.
I’ve learned my lesson by sheer hard work,
And I wish I could pass it on
To the fellow who’ll come to take my place,
Some day when I am gone.
Will he see all the sad mistakes I’ve made?
Will he count all the battles lost?
Will be ever guess of the tears they caused
Or heartaches they have cost?
Will he see through the failures and fruitless tail,
To the underlying plan,
And. catch a glimpse of the real intent
In the heart of the vanquished man?
So here’s to your health, old chap, I drink,
As a bridegroom to his bride,
I’ll leave an unfinished task for you,
But God knows how I tried—
I’ve dreamed my dreams as all men do
But never a dream came true,
And my prayer today is that all my dreams
May bd realized by you.
And we’ll meet some day in the great unknown)—'
Out in the realms of space;
You’ll know my clasp when I taikie your hand,
And gaze in your tired face.
Then all my failures will be successes,
In the light of the new-found dawn;
So here’s to your health, old chap,
Who’ll take my place when I am gone,
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