New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-05-04

skinned boy. with gay blue eyes aigh, b.
10Y, burst in. "Oh, Mother, Mother' {
flung his arms round her.
Donald, Donald, why did you a
here" she moaned.
It was a moment tense with drama.
General Manager stared AZ the boy, (
turned aside specific. Lindauer dii !
same, and pursed his lip into low VIZ
The Advertising Manage stared to- q,
credulous amazcmcnt.
For q moment Mis-, Prake, still VIII
bows arm about her, crouched at bay1'
her accusers. just a will. trapped, h-,s
thing, struggling for life, for more than !
while the leather walls ri the Office b.
and stung and dashed with silence. i
end OF the moment "a harsh. grating
passed from her throat md she lite
face.
But a strange miracle had h2pP.
Where soft smiles q moment beion
PLAYED were now cn'p~hei deep Dol /
in place Of radiant iimp,e>. haggard, u
ing lines OF care; a lcadcn gray pallo' /
spread roseate bloom; .nt-oh, nor.
horrorsl-there was the grim specter O
die Age grinning through looSened P1
he Paris mask! And s,'.. The leathd /
Kissed and stung and 'e.-ei with silsi7
Virginia Harcourt shs .cred.
The cx-Waist ASsistan. heard nddnf
her arms despairingly. ~oh, not even
She stared about dullv. Il though, ST.
understand.
~Nlother, Mother, DOM, look 50 q'1.
said Donald. ~Comc outside. I've a'4,
tell YOU" He reached r'- up but COZ
whisper in her ear.
Miss Peake smiled warly. -Oh, 81
rather have died than ,e.. YOU. she mo-
but now. now you've found 1t oui' =
does it matter YOU can d. know
The queer looking locke, gave 2 !.
heave ut her throat AMI ..I 70 the l'
she staggered out witt r.- son. 49,
Herbert Highly quietly oopcd anl p
it up. .
Iindauer's acid laugh h,t the al. /
that's Miss Peakc." Wi,. sneeF g.,
The General Manager uw snapPo-
click. sect out of here. -indauef- T..
And YOU too, Miss iIJry.i-,, Win !
At his desk. Suppose y.I return 81 /
thirty. Tell Watkins De $40 come III ID
RUT the Advertising Manager 1e-
- ground, her small hand usn..Iy cl1,.
her small. vivid face a'in-.e. FROM -
cited tumble of though 10 her o'1-
one leaped out. harlcqu,n.W'se -
Did YOU ever stop 90 link, sne NY
abruptly. what YOU would do. i ~.
nothing in the world hu' Your looAs. ..
The General Manage 1roWS W" d.
and he smiled rather Guuzicaly;, -
Advertising Manager bal no luo-.
humor, and plunged on with despe''"
neStncSS. ar,
Did YOU ever think what It in GLII
to be freshly MARCHED and S'ai'..
pink-and-white every morning a. e.
teen on the floor: Take that one h' ~
'Starched it may not sound 50 IT,
YOU. But do yCu know what II NV i.~
wear the same shirtwaist day aite, w. w.,
To iron II At night on the cl e u ...g11
and watch a back seam and wonae, 80 -
hold one more week, TO spend eveiIa ,,'ir
evening like that, when YOU re , ,y~s :
drop, after standing all DAY, scriin 1pnI :,
pinching and pressing and turning On. S n
ing and gaSolcning. though al inc nc. - a q
soul may be crying out Tor JUS, b
warmth, little perfume, q litile GOV, GOV. 81
to do it all on about wha, Lild"u ~,
for socks! Oh. cxplosiycly' 40 !V ~
any woman is going to keep tia. '.' w
after year, knowing that ever! ne
getting older that much neare. -.
unless she has a Reason 4. - ~. ~.
Reason She paused appeallnS"
away by her own eloqucnce. /. ,ts Z,
The General Manager hrough' =