Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1913-11-05

Franks eyes.
When the guests had all departed
and Polly had kissed her father an6
mother and assured thtm that she had
had the loveliest time of her life she
was lefty alone in the great drawing
room.
On every side gold FRAMED mirrors
repeated the reflection of her charm
ing person until she Appeared to be the
center OF bevy OF lovely girls gown.
ed in white satin and wearing pink
pearls.
But he didn't comey' whispered
Polly to herself with q1ivering lips
He didn't care enough. He would
rather GO TO his poor people. I, don't
believe he cares for pink pearls or any
other kind of jewels. He seems 10
like just people. I suppose he would
like me just as we'll IL were piuk
glass beads"
1t was very thoughtful Polly that
lay awake with wide eyes the next
morning. She wondered what was the
need Of these poor people that they
had such hold upon Frank Mills.
They were confessedsy poor. but her
father could help them. He gave thou.
sands to help the poor. Just then there
came half forgotten words to Pollys
recollection:
81 was sick andfin prison, and ye
comforted me not"
Polly sat up,in bed.
lit is the personal touch that helps
almost as much as the money. If we
don't visit them how can we know
hot TT Erar vi hnt
sufferings. and it is. breaking his heart
because he cannot help them. he
does the best he can. Bue what am I
doing?"
With this question Polly Newton
hoped out of bed and dressed in a
whiri of enthusiasm.
After breakfast she found her father
alone in his study.
Father. dear. 1 just love the pink
pearls. and I know 1 chose them for
my birthday. but do you care if sell
them and do something else with the
money!"
Mr.. Newton looked at her blushine
downcast face. on which was its first
troubled expression, and his iudulgent
heart took fire at once.
What is 1t. Polly. girl? Keep your
pearls and let me write n check for
whatever you want" He dipped pen
in the ink.
Polly's fingers covered his. "No.
father; it's something l want to do
with the pink pearls. 1 want to sacri-
fee them for something. You don't
carer"
mot in the least. darling. only
want you to be happy"
81 am so grateful. father. dear" and
Polly kissed him soberly and went
away.
That afternoon found her at DR..
Mills shabby Office. He came radiant.
ly to meet her. looking tired about the
eyes and drawn about the mouth, but
gIad-glad to see her.
Polly sat down in a worn old chair
and looked contentedly around at the
book lined walls and the desk Uttered
with papers, index files, boxes and bot
ties
1T smells awfully druggy." She
wrinkled her pretty nose at him; then,
as II suddenly recollecting her errand,
Polly drew out a leather case and laid
it on the cluttered desk.
please give those to your poor peo-
pie" she said gravely.
Miss Newton-Polly- can't. II Is
sweet OF you, but they are yours and
Poliy's hand went out in an appeal
Ing gesture.
"Ah. please, please. Dr. Frank,
never knew before. and I've been think
ing lot about It. Won't you show
me how to feel just as you do toward
Them? am missing something out OF
life. something more than pearls
A glad light came into the doctors
eyes. His first impulse was to give
he jewels back to her. for he knew
heir great value, and he knew that
hey gave Polly happiness. and he
owed her. His second impulse was f.
lrop the case into the inner pocket Of
lis coat
Il cannot thank you for this gener-
'us gift. Polly" he said gravely. "but
will 1T make you happy to know thar
he pearls will help 10 build vaca-
Ion home for little children and theit
nothers? Do yon realize that your
lift will save hundreds of lives and
make others happy and influence still
theirs for lasting good?
DO you know that hundreds OF
nothers and sickIy children. who have
ever seen the real country. never tast-
d the joys OF country life and freedoIt
rom the sickening city streets, will be
Apply and bless you for your gift:"
lis voice broke suddenly.
Polly was crying softly. 81 want
OH to tell me all about it." she qua
cred presently
II will said DR.. Frank And he
tory. and be added that the pink pearls
ad been barrier between them.
Now ! am on the other side OF the
arrier with You and your poor PEG.
e." murmured Polly contentedIy.
Our poor people. dear" he corrected