New-York tribune., 1911-11-05

"IcS. 'fraid | shall be an old man before
my time, Uncle Porges. Adam says It's
worry that ages man-an 1t Killed cat
tool"
And why do YOU worry
"Oh, it's my Aunty Anthea, course. She
was crying again last night.
CRYING" Bellew had been lying fiat on
his back in the fragrant shadow OF the hay
rick; but now he sat up very suddenly, So
suddenly that Small Porges started. Cry
ing?" he repeated. Last night Are YOU
Surc?"
"Oh. yes. You see, she forgot to come an
tuck me up last night; 50 | creeped down
Stairs-yery quietly, YOU know-to see why.
An found her bending over the table, all
sobbing an crying. At first she tried to pre-
tend that she wasn't; but | saw the tears
quite plain, her checks were all wet, YOU
know. an when put my arms round her,
to comfort her bit, an asked her what was
the matter, she only kissed me "a lot an SAID
Nothing, Nothing only a headache.
And why was she crying, do YOU sup
pose, my Porgcs'"
"Oh, money a course, he sighed. .
what makes YOU think it was money;
Cause she'd been talking to Adam
heard him say goodnight as | crecped down
the stairs.
~Ah." said Bcllcw, staring straight before
him. His beloved pipe had slipped from his
fingers, and for a wonder lay all neglected.
1T was after she had talked with Adam, was
it, my Porgcs'"
~Ycs, that's why | knew it was bout
money. Adams always talking bout NOR
gvgcs. an bills, an money. Oh, Uncle
POrgcs, how do hate money.
1T is sometimes a ContOundcd nuisance.
nodded Bcllcw.
But do wish We had some; 50 We could
pay all her bills an morgygcs for her. She d
be so happy, YOU know, an 90 about singing
like she used to, an shouldn't worry my
self into an old man before my time,-all
wrnklcd an gray, YOU know,-an' all
would be revclry an JOY, il only she had
enough gold an banknoteS.
And she was crying, YOU say?" de-
manded Bellew again, his gaze still far away.
"Yes."
~You are quite sure you saw the-tears,
my Porges''
"Oh, yes, an there was one on her nose
too, big one, that shonc awful bright
twinkled, you know
And she said it was only a headache. did
she2"
"Yes; but that meant money. Money
always makes her head ache lately. Oh,
Uncle Porgcs, s'pose people DO find for
tunes, sometimes, don't they"
why, yes, to be sure they do
Then | wish | knew where they looked
for them said he with very big sigh in
deed. I've hunted an hunted in all the at
tics, an the cupboards, an under hedges.
an in bitches, an prayed an prayed, you
know. every night
"Thcn Of course you'll be answered, my
Porgcs'
"Do you really pose shall be answered?
You see, its such an awful long way for one
small prayer to have TO 60, from here to
Heaven. An there's clouds that get in the
way, an I'm 'fraid my prayers aren't quite
big or heavy enough, an get lost an blown
away in the wind.
mo, my Porgcs," said Bcllcw, drawing
his arm about the small. disconsolatc figure,
you may depend upon it that your prayers
fly straight up INTO Heaven, and that neither
the clouds nor the wind can come between
or blow them away. So just keep on pray
ing, old chap, and when the time is ripe
they Il be answered, never fear.
Answered; Do YOU mcan-oh. Uncle
Porges, do YOU mcan-thc Money Noon"
lhe small hand upon Bcllcw's arm quivcrcd
and his voice trcmblcd with cagerncss.
why, yes, TO be sure the Money Moon,
my Porgcs. It's bound TO come one of these