The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1913-06-06


you shall have it." was the firm an
swer.
With a cheerful pressure of the hand
the president of the Van Dam Trust
company left, and Bivens called his
secretary.
Eve turn the market tomorrow-or-
ders to all our men. Knock the bottom
out of it until the noon hour, then
turn and send it skyward with a
bound
When DIR. Woodman returned home
that night from one of his endless
tramps among the poor Harriet opened
the door.
Something about the expression of
his face startled her. For the first
time in her life she saw in its gaunt
lines the shadow of despair.
"What is it, papa, dear?" she asked
tenderly, slipping an arm about his
neck as she drew him down into his
favorite chair.
"What, child?" he responded vaguely.
"You look utterly worn out. Tell me
what's the matter Pm no longer a
child. I'm woman now-strong and
we'll and brave. Let me help you"
"You do help me, baby" he laughed,
with an effort at his old time joyous
spirit. every time 1 touch your little
hand you give me new life. Some day
your voice will thrill thousands as it
now thrills my heart. You'll win fame
and wealth for your father. You shall
care for him in old age. I'm not mis-
erable. I've really had a good day.
I've spent the whole afternoon super
intending the distributing of flowers
among the hospitals. 1 saved a kids
life with a flower. His father used to
work for me in the old days. They
asked me to come to see him. There
was no hope. He had been given up
pink. His thin, feverish fingers grasp
ed it eagerly. In all his life he had
never held a flower in his hand before
He pressed 1t to his lips, his soul thrill
ed at its sweet odor, and the little tired
spirit came staggering back from the
mists of eternity just to see what it
meant. He will live"
The girls arms slipped around his
neck in a tightening hold, and she
pressed her cheek against his a mo-
ment in silence.
Papa, dear, it's no use trying to
deceive me. I've the right to know
what is troubling you. I'm not a
child. You must tell me-"
"Why, it's nothing much, dearie,"
he answered gently. 'Pm worried
little about money. I've a note due
at the bank, and they've called on me
Unexpectedly to meet it But I'll
manage somehow"
"I'l give up my music, go to work
and help you right away"
The father placed his hand gently
over her lips, and the tears sprang into
his eyes in spite of his effort to keep
them back.
Don't talk sacrilege, my child. Such
words are blasphemy. God gave me a
mans body for the coarse work of
bread winning. He gave you the SUI
preme gift, voice that throbs with
eloquence, a power that can lift and
inspire the world.
Promise me, dear-it's the one wish
of my heart. the one thing worth
working and struggling for-promise
me that you will never stop until the
training Of your voice is complete; /;
that no matter what happens you will
obey me in this. 1t Is my one COM
mand. You Will obey mer
eyes, papa. I promise, II it will
make you happy"
TITS the only thing l live for. All
I ask is that you do your level best
with the gift Of God"
It'll try, papa dear" was the quiet
answer as she kissed him again and
softly left the room.
Harriet had scarcely reached her
room when Adams, the cashier OF one
of the allied banks, who owed the
doctor for three months rent, entered
The library with quick. nervous tread.
'1've news, sir" he said excttedly.
"I've big tip ON the stock market"
The older man grunted oontemptu-
Ously.
Eyes, that's what aIls you, 1 know.
You've been getting them for some
time. That's why You owe me for
your rooms. That's why there's some
thing the matter with your accounts. "
Il swear to you, doctor, my accounts
are clean. I've bought a few stocks.
I've made a little and lost a Httle.
I've got the chance now rye been
waiting for. I've a real pieoe OF In
formation from the big insiders who