St. Tammany farmer., 1911-01-14
The Kids Sacrifice
By DONALD ALLEN
Copyright. 1s10. by Associatsd I,...a.l a -

sociated Literary Press
ne saw her to her own door before
ne left her, and for the first time In
MS life felt that he was sometime
OF hero. He was only a kid, but he
nao assumed a mans responsibilities
He had guarded a woman.
| The masher had not followed on
but had laid in wait. AS the Kid was
returning to the station the mar
stepped out and halted him, and hold
Ing out dollar bill said:
| You keep out of this from now
on"
The little girl?" was queried.
Cert. You don't mix in. Take
this"
You're a scoundrel, sir!"
What! What's that! Look here
boy, you give me any lip and III
twist your neck for you"
And If you foller that girl again
| I'll put knife into you!"
The masher reached out his hand
| out drew 1t back again. The Kid had
Drawn knife and was ready for
| nlm. They stood and glared at each
other for moment and then passed
| on.
AS time passed by third man
came. He was puzzle to the Kid
he came up the row behind the little
stenographer. and he took the same
car and got off at the same station.
| Inen he went another way. Time
after time the Kid followed him. He
caught him looking at his ward. but
nothing beyond that He was a
young man with rather serious face
and by and by, the Kid got the idea
| tnat he was In love with the blond
hair and blue eyes, honorably but
| hopelessly In love- There were times
when he heard him sigh. There were
times when he looked back at the girl.
In big city a worthy young man
may be attracted by the face OF a
worthy young woman, and yet find it
| impossible to secure an Introduction
| and become lover, SO the Kid fig
ured. 1t seemed so in this case. Half
a dozen times, as he rode up on the
car with the little atenographer with.
out her being aware of the fact, he
thought he saw her glances wander
Ing to the young man with the Sc
rious face. Was the Kid jealous?
He was. He forgot his age and sta
ton in life and gave way to natural
feeling. In little while he came to
his SpnSaS and roaaonad.
TOO high-toned for me. She'd
want an eightroom fiat with tiled
bath room and 1ectric door-opener.
Shed want diamonds and the theater
and Coney Island, and I'd go broke
the first week. We talk the same
language, but leave out the gram
mar. And I hain't old 'nuff anyhow
to swear out the license. Shake 1t
of, Cully-shake it off,"
And he did, and then came the idea
that really made him hero. He fol-
lowed the young man and ascertained
that he was employed in a brokers'
Office at good salary and bore q
good character. He quizzed the little
stenographer until he found that her
mother was what he had thought
from the start-a widow. Indeed, he
invited himself to the fiat one evening
and came away charmed. That
settled his plans. There was no
finesse about the Kid. He was just
plain talk. One afternoon he quit his
post on the row half an hour before
the outpouring and started up town.
He was waiting at certain station
when the little stenographer got of.
She had just accosted him when the
young man of the brokers' Office
came along.
Just a minute said the Kid as he
held up his hand.
The young man looked at the girl
waiting there, and what she saw in
his eyes made her blush.
"Whar-what Is it?" she faltered,
did you wish to speak to me?"
queried the young man in surprise.
Its all right and SERENE" replied
the Kid as he looked from one to the
other. Here's the case: l knows the
gent, and there's no discount on him.
Steady job and good salary, and got
good character. He meets up for a
long time with young lady that he'd
like to know, but them pennyslot
machines are no good at introducing
folks"
But l must be going" said the
blushing girl, while the young man
made an uneasy movement
Just a minute! I knows young
lady. There Is no discount on her.
Just as straight as five-dollar gold
piece. For a long time she meets
around to do the polite. He's been
waitin'. He's here now, and Miss
-, this am Mr.. -, and dat's all,
and may you be happy all the rest
Of your days!"
And then, as the Kid ran down.
stairs. he thought Of the guardian
shin he had surrendered-the love he
had loved-the hopes that must sure
" be now crushed forever, and he
leaned up against lamp post and
wept.
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