The Detroit times., 1914-02-19

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The old man put out his hand ana
! patted her gently on the knee
II know. my dear. he went ou'
II know, but. believe me, there are
the memories OF other things. Have
YOU forgotten your home--the place
YOU lived when you knew only the
innocent thoughts Of child?
II have no home" Fay said. II
have no home now-that is gone
absolutely"
The old man shook his head.
NO" he said, Its not gone any
more than the hills you knew rs
child are gone IL Is still there. just
IA the trees you used TO climb are
there. ana ihe fields and the mead
ows YOU played In are there. And
IL were you, I would go back there
sometime before ii Is too
late--and l would wander over the
fields and among the trees that you
knew as old friends. And if you are
no longer welcome at your home, you
can still see Ii. even IL II is from
great distance. It's wonderful, my
dear young lady, how those simple
things OF the days when our minds
were simple will refresh us, ana
make us better and give us the
strength To 20 on with the fight BE-
cause when we reach certain age.
we must all fight7-the peace ana the
content are gone. and II is only 10
the very old. who have given up the
struggle, and who are waiting Tor
the end. that those days OF peace
and content can ever return. So
save the memory OF them. my dear,
save II as you would your good name.
and the name OF your mother you
never new"
Fay got up and in silence started
to leave the room.
And the money" he asked. the
money that is thrown at you by men
you will send II back"
Fay turned and smiled and with
the tips Of her fingers blew kiss
to the old man.
YES" she said THAT is what
am going to do now--send IT.
back"
This was the letter that Fay, in
the seclusion OF her bedroom. wrote
TO Stuart:
MY dear James Stuart:
IL am returning you the roll OF
bills you SO kindly and tactfully
pressed upon me last night. As
have not counted them do not know
the amount any more than you do,
but ] am sure 1t was good for many
pairs Of white gloves and big joy
Gus hats and even pretty dresses
wish that l could take the credit
to myself for sending 1t back. but
cant. 1t is all due to my fellow
bosrder, Mr.. Hooker. an ex-medicine-
Snowman. = philosopher Of the ham
and-eggs school. with body de-
stroyed by excuses. and yet who
regards virtue rs beautiful con-
crete thing-more beautiful and
more concrete than the most won
derfully cut jewel In the world. De-
crepit, dependent, his fading eyes
set on a green land. where he hopes
that even his sins will be forgotten
and forgiven. he has asked me in his
own way to remember the days
when played dolls on the lowest
hanging bough In our orchard. and
when my mind was ~ pure and my
soul as white Is the apple blossoms.
You said last night that the diff
ference between the name and the
! game was clear conscience. Is the
girls conscience clear who can de-
clare aloud: lam virtuous--virtuous
according to the laws and traditions
made by the courts and society? How
about her heart il 1t be crossed and
scared aud Scared by q knowledge
LOT crime and INTERCHANGEABLE II you
will. but there 1t is. Do you believe
that we can awake the next morning.
and with our limbs still trembling
from fear. thank the Lord that we
were strong enough TO have with
stood temptation. and do you believe
that we are still pure. and In the
eyes Of the world. still acceptable in
Gods sight? But. believe me. the
scar 10 there.
Since ] have come to New York,
my broker friends have been forever
telling me that the market il bad,
that money Ia tight, and yet these
same men have done nothing but
offer me money. money. and again
money and everything that money
viii buy. They mortgage their
homes. they sell their yachts and
cars. they deprive their wives Of the
very necessities of life. and yet for
the new and pretty face they can
still somewhere find money
(continlsd.)