The Detroit times., 1914-02-19

good and sick pretty soon"
"All right. said Fay. "I'n TAX,
the money because you're you, bu
tell me one thing more. n weal
white gloves, and pretty dresses ant
expensive hats III wear them FOL
people to see. and the people will
know well enough that I'm not buy,
ing them out Of my salary. What,
the difference between the name anc
the game?"
Stuart got up aud let himself out
OF the cab.
! The difference" he said. holding
| out his hand to her, lis much The
most important thing in life-youi
conscience.
With "a sudden impulse Fay took
his hand In both OF hers. THANK
you" she said. "I'll remember that
and all the other things you've said
Goodnight TO you. You'll call m,
up sometimes, won't you?'
| OF course | will Stuart laugh
ed, why. the fight has only just be.
gun. Good night"
! II was past noon when Fay awok'
the next morning. and after dressi ns
she went out into the little sitting
i room. With the, exception OF Mr.
Hooker. who was doing in his rock
ng-chair before the window. the
place was quite deserted. As Fa,
came In the old man reused himself
and blinked and smiled at her with
an unusual eheeffulHess.
| Good morning. my dear he said
1 ssan hnv nj 70 fnAav0'
Fay glanced at herself in the mir
ror that hung over the mantel and
YEARLY shook her head.
Not very WELL" she sighed. Our
Fay isn't looking her best these
days"
TOO many late hours. my child,
the old man chuckled; Its the beau
ty sleep you miss. and that's the only
kind that's bring the roses back 10
your cheeks
II don't think it's exactly that"
Fay said. 81 guess it's just worry
over trying to keep step with "a whole
regiment Of people who have been
matching together for years. I'm
an awfully raw recruit. and ! don't
learn easily--that's all.
She sat down in chair facing the
old man and went on talking
| MIR. Hooker, just now when ] was
putting on my shoes, | was wonder.
ing what girl ought to do when
men throw money at her. literally
| throw II at her. You understand
what I'm trying to get at-you
know. when she hasn't worked for
st."
Meaning you?" he asked.
Eyes, meaning me-" n,~
'I'd throw 1t back" said Mr.
Hooker. but don't tell Mother
Yorke or Angie I said So
| Fay met his smiling glance and
nodded.
| II guess you're right. It's 80 hard
sometimes for me to keep my point
of view. The old standards had a
Pleasantville seem to have gone to
smash long ago and to have come
tumbling about my poor head"
That's q pity said Mr.. Hooker
I'll know how hard IL is to keep VI
to the high mark you set for your
self and yet"
"And yet" Fay repeated.
L AC Ot0 A0A 0uAilCO anu idu HI
fingers slowly through his long whit,
beard. Then he took out his watch
and opening 1t. showed Fay u photo
graph pasted on the lid opposite tn
lcrystal. Ii was cheap photograph
stained and faded. OF very old wo
man with snow-white hair. wrinkl
ed face and mouth and eyes tina
evidently knew no such thing o.
compromise
That" he said. was my mother
It's a copy taken from an old photo.
| graph. I'm sorry ms so bad, for
don't think IT does her justice. quite
Mother was hard woman. but very
fair and very just. but ] didn't know
that until afterward. You see,
went away when l was pretty YOUNG
and-and she died before ever be.
| gan to ind out some Of the thing
that she had done for me. Died lonl
before I ever had q chance to fint
out, and to show her how grateful
was for all those years Of pain and
suffering that had caused her ant
for al the care she had given m,
as . kid. But later when grew
up, and everywhere I looked I saw
women suffering. and deprivins
themselves. and starving for thei
children, then l understood what ny
mother had done
/! He glanced down at the photo
! graph and then At Fay. who wal
looking at the picture. too.
II know you'll think it's . hard
face, my desr. he went on again
but she wasn't hard Sherwas very
gentle with me, and. even now,
can remember when I used to rur
to her; and how she'd put out hel
arms: and her smile was Just like a
angei's-yes, my desr. just Nike eaI
angels -
| "There are weeks. months I shoul(