The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1907-03-31

are the only man on earth that can
assist her. bespeak for her your
very best personal efforts. | still
hold in grateful remembrance the
splendid work you did for me, and
Mrs. Farwell joins me in best wishes
Sincerely.
CHARLES b. FARWELL."
"P. ST. will be responsible for
your fee in this case"
SO read Col Cheney while Jef
stood by awaiting the colonels or.
ders.
"Farwell," he mused, "oh, yes;
that's the chap from Duluth that
wanted a name His =. S. is ex.
tremely interesting" Then to Jeff:
Lady waiting outside?"
"Yas. Kunncl, an she's powerful
perturbed. sab. she bin cryin' 'spect
fun tn look oh her eyes"
That's nothing, Jeff, women cry on
the slightest provocation."
"Das de trufe, kunnel. But dis pore
woman's in a heap O trouble an ye'y
anxious ter see you. | reckon she's a
widdcr She all dressed in brack"
"Well, show her in, Jeff, and let's
get through with it."
"Yes, sab"
Mrs. Simpson came in almost timid
ly. She was a tiny little woman, about
55 years old. Her eyes were kindly
gray, though red from recent weeping
Her plain black habiliments confirmed
Jeff's assertion that she was widow.
Mrs. Simpson,"
"Yes, sir" replied the woman in a
quiet difident voice, and | know you
are Col. Cheney. Mr.. Farwell showed
me your picture"
"You know Mr.. Farwell quite well,
Mrs. Simpson," Col Cheney merely
wanted to get the woman perfectly at
ease so she could state her trouble
succnctly and in as few words as
possible.
"Oh yes, sir, indeed do. When he
first came to Chicago and worked in
the post Office he boarded with me on
the West side He continued to make
my house his home even after he en-
tered the railway mail service"
Mrs. Simpsons manner and talk
ment and good breeding. Her appear
ance would indicate she was not in
easy circumstances.
You see, Col. Cheney, when trouble
came ! knew no one to go to, no one
In all this broad city, so | wrote Mr.
Farwell and told him everything. This
morning an answer came and inclosed
therein was the letter OF introduction
to you. You may be sure | lost nc
time in coming to your office"
YES. Mrs Simpson" replied Cheney
with a pleasant smile. "and now per
haps you will tell me this awfu
trouble. Maybe we shan't find It SC
bad after ALL" Then he muttered tC
himself: Women invariably put th'
cart before the horse"
Mrs. Simpson actually smiled wan
pitful smile. Her heart was sore on
pressed and the colonel knew II, bu
something in his frank, pleasant man
ner seemed to give her hope and cour
age, and she replied:
Excuse me, colonel; | thought yol
knew; it's about my son Samuel. He
"A years old and pharmacist. H'
,.od,,,,oa al tho univoreitv four vear
ago with degree of Phi. G. and shortl!
af,orwards tool n nosition In tho stor,
NJ q II Rhodus Of this CITY. Their
has never been n COMPLAINT agains
him so far as know. His habits ar
good and all his snare time Is spent II
reading. His wages he always brough
10 me saving must not work so hard
you see. colonel" and here the littl
woman's ewes dropped. I'VE haven
had much since nv husband died 1
wears ago. and sometimes it's been
hard struggle to get along. Samue
was doing so well and not long ag
CONGRATULATED himself that his salar
had been increased. so that coul
keen bouse for him and do nothin
else. Now" and here there was
catch In her voice. now it's all gon
ALL gone"
"Rut why. Mrs. Simpson, why is