Los Angeles herald., 1910-11-10
lContinned from Yesterdayl

1t was then that Duncan first came
into Graham's life. He strolled into
the drug store, Immediately gotten up
in black, with a ministerial air and a
book under his arm. He had mastered
the rules in regard to appearance, and
he was going the rounds now, asking
for employment, and then following
Kellogg's instructions to the letter by
promptly walking out. In this case he
almost bolted for the door, in fear
employment would be given him, when
old Graham, who had just returned,
called him back. Yes, he would like
to have a young man, just like Dun
can, but the trouble was there was
not much of anything to do. The idea
struck Duncan as interesting. He
learned that the store took in as
much as a dollar day when trade was
good, and Duncan eagerly took the
job without payment. There was the
soda fountain. He saw his chance at
once. But, when he found that there
were not even any syrups to begin his
campaign on he dug down at once
into his pocket pulled out Kellogg S
roll and offered to buy new supply.
He began to plan what he would do
to attract trade. He would have to
clean up the store a little, hang out
some signs and get the people in the
habit of coming that way somehow.
Graham smiled quietly, in his sweet,
modest way, looked Duncan over ad-
miringly and remarked gently that he
had splendid business ability. Over
come with confusion, Duncan plunged
down into the cellar to get a broom
and begin operations.
Father, can you get me some
money!" Betty cried, confronting her
father suddenly, her face ablaze with
anger. Look at that" And she held
out an invitation that Josie Lockwood
the bankers daughter, had sent her
at was meant was mean!' she
stormed. She had heard the girls in
the postoffice laughing because she, the
daughter of the poorest man in the
village, had been invited, and they
were wondering what excuse she would
make for not going, knowing she had
not a dress to wear. Betty, stung TO
the quick, had made up her mind to
get the yearned-for party dress.
"Have you got any money noW!'
she demanded.
"Well. no-not at present." the old
will come out all right" he added,
soothingly.
"Oh, what's the use of talkin' that
way.' she cried, wildly. 81 know you
can't do anything for me, and SO do
you! I can't understand it," she went
on in savage resentment Just then
Duncan returned with a broom, and he
paused listening. "Why is it that /
have to be more shabby than any other
girl in town she demanded. "I don't
mind cooking and doin' the housework
and all the rest, but why is it that you
never can give me anything at all?
Why is it that everyone looks down
on us and laughs at us and sneers at
us? why is it that half the time we
don't have enough to eat?' She
puased, her voice trembling, her eyes
filling. "Other men can take care of
their families and give their children
things to wear. You have only us two
to look after, and you can't even do
that. 1t isn't right, and If I were you
I'd be ashamed OF myself" She
stopped suddenly, too full of rage to
continue, yet secretly sorry for what
she had said. The old man arose slow
ly from his work table, where his be-
loved invention lay and recalling the
New York man, Burnham, who had
intimated he might buy it, he took his
hat and went out to find him.
"Where do you think your pay will
come from?" she demanded, bluntly, as
Duncan faced her for the first time.
you don't know him!" she suddenly
cried. Duncan came, leaning close to,
her.
"Tm afraid IT'S you who don't know