The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1910-10-11

Cant you borrow uttle! she
suggested
Il haven't friend in the world but
you," he declared truly enough.
aid let you have 1t myself, only
hain't got it." she said feelingly.
Thank you, Aileen; I'm sure you
would" he said.
IF wishes was fishes how full the
sea'd be-" she observed pertinently.
mo, han't got the money. but I'm
full Of advice. Now don't you let
them fellowship fellows hear Of your
getting any outside job"
I'll try to keep close" he prom
Used, with a wise look.
''See that you do. she warned, with
an answering look which was quite as
sagacious. And now, Mr.. Conover.
good-by and good luck to you"
Take this, Aileen." he said, hand
ing her the shining quarter.
Thank you. sir" she returned,
pocketing the pieces. Don't forget
my advice"
Aileen was woman who possessed
very elastic conscience SO far as
exactness Of speech was concerned.
Her statement that she was prohibited
from working outside Of the college
precincts was purely imaginative. In
stead of returning home after her
conversation with Paul Conover she
went to a little apartment in the
neighborhood belonging to couple
of business girls and proceeded to tidy
up the place, as was her midweek
custom, at an honorarium of 20 cents
an hour. Before she had finished, one
of the young women, Miss Betty San
derson, who was first reader Of
manuscript in a leading publishing
house. came in, weary and flushed.
and threw herself down on couch
with a big sigh over. the general
perverseness of things.
Il wonder If it's really worth while,
Aileen!" she groaned despondently.
1T certainly is, Miss Betty-at your
salary" the old woman declared with
out hesitation.
At this Miss Betty laughed. II
suppose 1 ought to be ashamed OF
myself she admitted.
you certainly ought" Aileen
agreed, giving her dust rag an extra
flourish. "If you was in Mr.. Con-
overs fix. you might complain"
"Mr. Paul Conover!
do you know him."
well, yes-a little I've met him
at one or two of the college teams
What has happened to him, Aileen?'
1t was the old woman's opportunity
and she embraced it, enthusiastically
Although on her knees in the act OF
oiling the floor of the little parlor
she did not let it interfere with her
exceedingly complete version of the
difficulty which confronted Paul
Conover.
How very interesting" said Miss
Betty. Cant you really do anything
without losing the fellowship"
mot blamed thing!" confirmed
Aileen excitedly.
How peculiar!"
After the old gossip had gone, and
possibly before, Betty had evolved a
scheme in her sympathetic mind that
was as generous as 1t was quixotic
She had been impressed favorably by
Paul Conover and now that he was In
such trying position she was seized
with burning desire to help him out
Of it.
She was a thrifty little woman and
at that very moment had 500 in her
trunk. Without pausing too long for
reflection, she put the money in big
yellow envelope. inclosed with 1t a
slip bearing the typewriter legend
From a friend of education" sealed
it, directed 1t to Paul Conover, called
messenger-andt the deed was done.
After Paul had recovered from his
first surprise and modification he ar
rived at the conclusion that the trus.
tees had foreseen his difficulty and
had hit on this delicate method OF
providing way out of 1t. The idea
was so plausible that he accepted 1t
and did nothing to imperil his pos
session of the fellowship. When the
time came for the first payment OF
the stipend he was too much inter-
ested in his postgraduate course
and in Betty Sanderson-to worry
over the identity of his unknown
good angel.
1t was not until five years later.
when they had been married a week,
that Betty confessed.
Cherry Pie and Poetry.