The Washington times., 1911-01-09
To Him That Hath
By LEROY SCOTT
"Give it back to him." the girl or

I "Give It back to him." the girl or
dered.
The girls eyes blazed. Her wrath
burst forth. Now. sir, you will bor-
row money, will your her sharp voice
rang out. "You will lie to me. about 1t,
, will you'll
more. He made a pot of coffee and
| warmed half a can Of baked beans over
his little gas stove. OF this crude meal
| his stomach would accept little, for ne
really needed the delicate and nourish-
ling food that is served an invalid. His
appetite longingly remembered meals OF
other days; the fruit, the eggs on crisp
! toast, the golden-brown coffee, at break
fast, the soup, the roast, the vegetables
| the dessert, at dinner--linen, china ser
vice, food all dainty. He turned from
| the meals his Imagination saw to the
! meal upon his charitable. He smiled
| whimsically. Sir" he said reproving-
ly to his appetite, you're too ambl-
After he had washed his plate, knife,
| and fork and frying-pan and put them
into his soap-boX cupboard, he drew his
chair to the window and stared dreamily
into the back yard, now lighted by a
hundred windows, through which he
| could see women moving about their
| evening work. He was startled by a
knock. Wondering who could be call
ing on him, he lighted the gas and
Kate Morgan stood before him, "I
want to see you minute, May l come
in?"
Certainly"
J David bowed and motioned her in.
, Her quick eyes noted the bow and the
gesture. He drew his one chair into
the open space beside the bed. Went
you please have a chair ?"
She sat down, rested one arm on the
corner of his battered washstand, and
crossed her legs.
David seated hemself on the edge OF
| the bed. He had better view of her
than when he had seen her in the door
way, and he could hardly believe she
was the daughter of the old man who
had stopped him. She wore a yellow
! dress IF some cheap goods, with bands
of bright red about the bottom OF the
skirt, bands of red about the short,
loose, slee~es that left the arms bare
from the elbows, a red girdler and about
the shoulders a red fullness. The dress
was almost barbaric In its colorings,
yet 1t suited her dark face, with Its
brilliant black eyes.
There was neither embarrassment nor
overboldness in her expression; rather
the composure of the woman who Is act
hardness about the mouth and eyes,
and a suggestion OF cynicism; in ten
years. David guessed, those qualities
would have sculptured themselves deep
INTO neT features. but IL was al dlSI -
clear, almost pretty face-would have
been decidedly pretty. in a sharp way,
had the hair not been combed into a
tower of a pompadour that exaggerated
the thinness of her cheeks.
She did not lose an instant in speak
ing her errand. II want you to promise
me not to lend my father a cent" she
began in a concise voice. II have to
ask that Of every new person that moves
into The house. He's an old soak. l
don't dare give him a cent. But he bor-
rows whenever he can, and If he gets
enough to keep full for a while, it's
delirium tremens.'
He told me he wanted a bowl Of
soup and a cup of coffee" David said
in excuse of himself.
Soup and coffee! Huh! Whisky.
That's all he thinks of-whisky. His
idea of God is n bartender that keeps
setting out the drinks and never asks
for the pay If I give him a decent
suit of clothes, .it's pawned and he's
drunk He used to pawn the things from
the house-but he don't dare do that
any more. He mustn't have a cent.
That's why I've come to ask you to
turn him down the next time he tries
to touch you for one of his loans
''That'n be easy for me to promise, 4"
David answered with a smile.
Thanks"
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Found in Tomorrow Issue
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