The Holbrook news., 1914-09-25
NOT MADE TO ORDER
By LOUIS D. LANCE.

ward the girls with whom he came in contact. but something in his retiring nature forbade him to express these feelings or to get on even friendly terms with the objects of his admira- ton and desire.
 In the meantime he was most faith ful and efficient in business and pros pered accordingly. At thirty he found himself comparatively a rich man. with boundless prospects before him. But he was not satisfied. Far from 1t, he was restless. morose- -savagely angry with his fate.
 What boots it that I have success. money, the respect and fear of men, !" he said to himself, when I cannot have the love of woman-the one great thing I have wanted all my life?"
 You have not tried" replied his in uer self, relentlessly.
 q cannot" he responded, savagely Mature left some void in my make up, and try as I will, am tongue-tied in the presence of women"
 William Beattie, however, realized thoroughly the value of wealth, of hard cash. He knew it's power over men and women. and in his business deal ings he never made any mistakes in dealing with women any more than he did with men, It was only when he attempted to put himself into personal relations with women that he became tongue-tied and impotent.
 Finally at thirty he made a great resolve.
 "I can never win a woman's love that is clear" he said to himself, And a woman's love is the only thing in all the world that I want have achieved business means. I have all the money I will ever need-and plenty more coming. Nothing can stop that I have never failed in a single enter prise to which I gave my mind and energy. Why not give this same mind and energy to secure what l want more than all else-a woman's love. To feel soft arms about my neck. to have languid eyes look into mine, to have clinging, yielding form In my arms. To have children clamor- ing about my knees-for all this I would work harder, sacrifice more, than have ever done. In fact would give all have acquired and all hope to acquire"
 ''Why don't you do something about It?" inquired his inner self. relent- lessly
 'T am going to-" he replied, sharply T am going to devote all my energy and brains hereafter to securing a woman to complete my life. Since l cannot win a woman, I will start out at the beginning and rear one for my own purposes. will buy a baby girl and have her reared and educated for the express purpose of becoming my wife"
 And with this determination he started out. He haunted orphan asy- lums and lying-in hospitals. He sought the poor districts, where chill dren are. of necessity, a burden. It was long before he found what he wanted. but eventually he did find 1t
 It was in St. Anthony's orphan asy- lum-and the face-of the little girl a child of five or six-attracted and thrilled him. Her dark. passionate eyes. her olive skin, her jet-black hair. her 1.-the young f1gure-all gave prom ise of glorious womanhood
 Inquiry developed that she was the daughter of a poor Italian girl of mar velous beauty, who had been brought to the lying-in hospital across the way by big-hearted stranger, with plenty of money, and an air which bespoke blue blood. He had paid all her ex- penses liberally in advance, and then had faded away and was heard of no more.
 After her recovery, the young moth CT, being unable to take care of the child. had placed it in the orphan asy- lum across the way. Beattie eagerly sought the mother. Though worn by years of coarsening toll, and still more coarsening associations. she still re- tained a remnant of a passionate type of beauty which put Beattie's nerves on edge and made his pulses bound. Not at all intellectual was Anita Mai fioli. not educated or refined or intel lectual, but she possessed all the | splendid Latin possibilities of love and showed it in every motion.
 eff she were sixteen instead of thir- ty. and fresh instead of being a worn- out wreck. and young and pliable and | tractable, would marry her today and defy the world"
 He heard her pitiful story-the old story of pretty and voluptuous young Italian girl, a debonair man of the world-and a child without a name. Who the handsome stranger was who flashed across her orbit for a brief moment. and then passed on, she had no sort of conception. except that he was a gentleman, and that his dal- liance by the wayside with her was a distinct concession on his part, and a cause for pride on hers.
 Here was the proper combination