The Prescott daily news., 1913-10-11
TWEEN THE MAN FAILS HER By JENNIE PROCTOR.

daughter, black-browed, unyielding.
 "Oh, 1 cannot, father. l cannot"
 "You must. If this man-tLis scoun- have nothing more to do with you. That is final. Amy"
 Father, oh, father, please! I love him. r."
 But the father had closed the door behind him. He was done.
 Amy Hummer, golden-haired, young, beautiful, headstrong, made her choice. She left her fathers house and mar ried the man she loved-married him in the rooms of justice of the peace. When her baby was born, Amy's happi- ness was almost complete. The one flaw was that her father had not yet forgiven her for her marriage to Will Page. A successful man, able bodied, living in the midst of luxury, he was deaf to his daughters plea. He had closed the parental door against het and hers forever.
 When her baby girl was two years old storm broke over Amy's house. hold. She never knew quite how 1t had happened. She had been so busy with little Evelyn. Her housesold du- ties had absorbed every vacant hour. She had so little dme.to see what was going on about her. Perhaps she had neglected Will. Many evenings she was too tired to notice Wills absence or his whereabouts.
 But one morning the scales dropped from her eyes. Her baby was taken from her and she was cast adrift upon the world-a divorced woman. An other and more care-free woman had taken her place. Where Amy had cared for the child and had done her own work. nurse and servants were employed. And there was nothing that Amy could do. They told her that the law had so decided things, and Amy knew nothing of the law.
 In desperation the cast-off went to friend to borrow the money to go to another city. Often she was hungry and her clothes were ragged, thread bare. There was no work for the in- experienced hand. At last, a kindly woman gave her employment as a do- nestle servant. For seven years she lived thus, unknown and unmolested.
 Crossing a busy street one day, an automobile dashed around the corner It's shrill siren startled the nervous woman. She dodged first one way, then tho other. The big car passed over her; then it stopped; she was lifted into the tonneau and hurried to the nearest hospital
 When the woman opened her eyes they rested upon a golden-haired girl, fashionably gowned. It was the same girl who had bidden the chauffeur stop the machine that its victim might be cared for.
 Don't try to talk, mother" said the girl. They are bringing grandfather here. want you to save your strength for him."
 -father-together ?"
 Yes. I ran away from my fathers home. I couldn't stand it, and grand father took me in. You see, grandfa- ther failed rapidly after you went away. l seldom leave his side ow. He seems to get so much comfort from just holding my hand For years we have searched for you. And now you must be very quiet because we want to take you-home. Grandfather needs you so."
 The woman's tired eyes lifted up wonderfully and she went to sleep murmuring: "He needs me- he needs me-"
 By big bay window overlooking a park. Amy Hummer Page and her daughter were standing.
 Mother, I wish you wouldn't make me learn to earn my own living. We have money, and"
 Every girl should be able to make her own way in the world, unaided every woman. For none knows what day she will be thrown upon her own resources. l want to teach you to care for yourself. The thing we women must learn is to put our trust in our selves, Evelyn, not in men,"
 Unseen by the two women, broken old man had entered the room. His wrinkled hand rested on his daugh- ters arm.
 You are right, my daughter. We men fail our women, but our women never fail us. It has always been so. It will always be so. You are right; our women must learn to stand alone"
 Daughter and granddaughter ten derly placed the old man in the rooms most comfortable chair with cushions and footstool. One brought him his