The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1911-02-25
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By CHARLES KLEIN.

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tits a cute little house, isn't it?' she
said. 1--WE always wanted a little
place like this all to ourselves. Oh, If
you only knew how tired am Of New
York and it's great ugly houses, it's
retinue Of servants and its domestic
and social responsibilities! We shall
be able to live for ourselves now, eh,
'father?"
She spoke with forced gayety. that
might have deceived any one but the
judge. He understood the motive Of
her sudden change in manner, and
silently he blessed her for making his
burden lighter.
Eyes, dear, it's not bad" he said.
'"There's not much room, though
'4There's quite enough" she insisted.
let me see." She began to count on
her fingers. Upstairs, three rooms,
eh, and above that three more
"No," smiled the judge; then comes
the roof"
"Of course" she laughed; "how stu
,pid Of me-a nice gable roof, a sloping
roof that the rain runs off beautifully.
Oh, can see that this is going to be
awfully jolly-just like camping out.
You know how I love camping out.
And you have plano too"
She went over to the corner where
stood one Of those homely instruments
which hardly deserve to be dignified
by the name piano, with a cheap,
gaudily painted case outside and tin
pan effect inside. and which are usual
~ to be found in the poorer class Of
country boarding houses. Shirley sat
down and ran her fingers over the
keys. determined to like everything.
Its little DID," was her comment,
''but I like these either effects. It's
Just like the sixteenth century spinet
u can see you and mother dancing a
stately mtnuet,' she smiled.
whats that about mother dancing?"
demanded Mrs. Rossmore, who at that
instant entered the room. Shirley
arose and appealed to her:
'Isn't it absurd, mother, when you
come to think Of it, that anybody
should accuse father of being corrupt
and Of having forfeited the right to be
Judge? Isn't it still more absurd that
I'VE should be helpless and detected and
unhappy because we are on Long IT,
Hand instead of Madison avenue? Why
should Manhattan Island be happier
spot than Long Island?: Why shouldn't
we be happy anywhere? We have
each other, and we do need each 9TH
er. We never knew how much till to-
day, did we? We must stand by each
other now. Father is going to clear his
name Of this preposterous charge, and
we're going to help him, aren't we,
mother? We're not helpless just be-
cause we are women. We're going to
work, mother and l."
work. echoed Mrs. Rossmore.
somewhat scandalized.
"Work," repeated Shirley very de-
'cisively.
The judge interfered. He would not
hear of it.
/, "You work, Shirley? Impossibler'
"Why not? My book has been sell
ing we'll while was abroad. 1 shall
probably write others. Then I shall
write, too, for the newspapers and
magazines. It will add to our income. I"
"Your book, The American Octopus
is selling well?' inquired the. Judge, in.
terested.
$50 WELL" replied Shirley, "that the
publishers wrote me in Paris that the
fourth edition was now on the press.
That means good royalties. shall
soon be fashionable author. The
publishers will be after me for more
books, and we'll have all the money
we want. Oh. it Is 50 delightful, this
novel sensation Of literary successr'
she exclaimed with glee. "Aren't you
proud Of me, dad?'
The Judge smiled 1ndulgenuy. OF
course he was glad~and proud. He al.
ways knew his Shirley was 4 clever
girl. But by what strange fatality, he
thought to himself, had his dsuehter
in this book Of hers assalletf the very
man who had encompassed his own
ruin? It seemed like the retribution
Of heaven. Neither his daughter MOI
the f1nancier was conscious of'the fact
that each was indirectly connected
with the impeachment proceedings.
Ryder could not dream that SHIRLEY
Green" the author of the book which
flayed him so merc1lessly, was the
daughter of the man he was trying to
crush. Shirley, on the other hand, was
still unaware Of the fact that it was
Ryder who had Mred her fRther to bis
ruin.
When at last she could lock herself
in her room where no eye could see
her, Shirley threw herself down on the
bed and burst into a torrent Of tears.
She had kept up appearances as long
as It was possible. but now the reac.
ton had set in. She gave way freely
to her pent up feelings; she felt that
unless she could relieve herself In this
way her heart would break. She had
been brave until now, she had been
strong to bear everything and see
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