Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1912-11-23
FOR A WORTHY CAUSE
BY JAMES KILRoY.

lereI' exclaimed SlmphlnS as ue sat
down beside Brander at table IN
the corner of the restaurant.
Brander took a savage bite out OF
buttered roll before he answered
shortly: Watching the walters play
/ tiddledewinks with the dishes. What
did you suppose l came here for-to
bale hay?"
Don't be so smart" begged Simp-
kins. From the way you've been
Dragging about the place where you
board, and making our mouths water
/ over what you say you get to eat
/ there, nobody would ever suppose
you'd come back to this nix for
nickel joint"
The other young man shuddered as
he poked at the fried potatoes before
him. when | think of the tissue pa
per china, the honest and truly COT
fee, the uncanned vegetables, the sure
enough butter we got there" A
sigh finished the sentence.
What happened?" inquired his
friend, alphabetically. "Old lady
die?"
Nope" Brander shook his head.
well, weep on my shoulder" sug-
gested Simpkins. Tell me all about
it. What drove you from your happy
homer"
"Bazaars!" grunted Brander.
Indeed? If so, why?"
Since you must know, my old lady,
as you call the best cook that ever
was, belongs to the United Order of
Purple Pinks."
whats it?"
ooh, sort of charitable organiza'
ton and sorority mixed. They're
holding a bazaar this week, to get
money for a statue of the founder to
put In a niche that happens to be in
their meeting hall. Any money that's
left goes to the heather Chinee or
something"
"But where do you come in. or
rather get out?"
Brander snorted Can woman be
at a bazaar all day and night and find
time to cook for folks at home? A
whole month now we've had that ba-
zaar served to us at meals. Besides
that, contributions are constantly
levied | got off easy by giving a
check, but the girls at the house have
had to make articles till we could
hardly wade through the heaps OF
blue wool dolls, pale pink tie racks,
green aprons and yellow piano scarfs
piled up in the parlor. Embroidery
silks appeared in the salads and nee
dies in the bread.
Worst of all, no one talked of any.
thing but the heavenly statue and
how stingy people are when it comes
down to real charity. And l don't
know how many chances I've bought
on things I'd not want to see, even If
they did show 'em to me. Then we
were told to get our suppers else
where this week because our land
lady felt that they needed her to con.
duct the bazaar. We were told to sac.
rifice ourselves for the good of the
cause; nay, more, that supper is be-
ing served by the United Sisters. But
excuse me-"
twenty-five cents admission, 30
for supper, so for posy in your but.
tonhole and a dollar to get out!'
chanted Simpkins.
After nervously fumbling in his
pockets, Brander said: Here are a
lot of tickets you can have. Take
your girl to the bazaar. It's real pref
| ty. Have a good time"
But Simpkins SHE'D. What do you
take me fora millionaire? I'd never
get out alive"
Think OF the noble cause" en-
treated Brander Think of the good
you can do"
I'm sorry" apologized simpkins,
but this is my busy week. Every
evening is filled"
THE man that hath not charity in
his SOUL" misquoted Brander, scorn'
fully. you don't have to buy any
thing. Just go and look on"
Take your own girl" retorted
SimFkins.
Il did. I bought her the tie holder
that she's going to give me for Christ
mas"
Poor old Brander!" said Simpkins
well, never mind. You'll soon have
peace. It can't last forever"
what can't, the holder or the ba'
zaar? But neither can l." Brander
sighed again.