Evening star., 1914-03-18

that she must drive back home with her
apples instead of the money she had
prayed for-the money that was to buy
food and some undertaking for Mar
jory. OF course. if people knew her
plight-some people-she would receive
plenty of help. But she did not want
charity. Her pride was just as big as it
ever had been in the days of her hap
pness.
There's no use in trying further.
jory at last.
She started up the old horse. Either
his supper urged him or the lash stung,
for he bounced forward with almost a
return to youthfulness. The sudden jerk
demanded more of the overladen old We
hicle than it could give. A wheel dropped
off and the axle sank to the ground.
The titled box disbursed its freight of
apples whirling in tiny rivulets toward
the gutter. 1t was the final and over
whelming catastrophe.
Tryphena and Marjory We're shaken. but
they had been clinging together and so
were not thrown out. The old horse,
having done all the mischief he could
stopped, eased his head of the reins and
began to MUNICH an apple that had rolled
within his reach. Marjory. realizing what
had happened, began to cry.
Hush, darling, hush" implored Try
phena. And then she saw that the acci-
dent had been observed and that a man
was running toward them down the gray
street. When he was close she saw that
it was Emory Heve
Why. it's Tryphena." he exclaimed.
BY George, this is too bad; What's the
matter with the little one? Is she hurt?'
Only scared Tryphena answered She
felt numb with it all.
He took Marjory up in his arms. There
-there!' he hushed. The child chung to
him, sobbing. There. there, honey!
Having soothed her. he set her down
and examined the wagon as well as he
could in the dim light. "Axle's broken"
he announced. 'The wagon will have
to go to the repair shop before you'll
ever get it home Now, Try. you'll have
not womans. It's getting too cold for
the child, anyway. out here. You come
with me, honey. And you. too, Try;
oh, l can't go into your house. En-
ory'" Tryphena exclaimed.
I'D like to know why you can't go to
my houSei Come, honey" He had the
child in his arms again and was carry
ing her away. Tryphena followed slowly
and humbly. She was shivering more
than ever.
Light and warmth burst upon her al,
most cruelty as she entered Emory
home Marjory cried out with joy and
ran to the fireplace and crouched there
She had never seen an open wood fire be-
fore. Emory drew forward a great chair
and made Tryphena sit down it. Then
he summoned his old housekeeper and
bade her look after their wants, They'll
have supper with me- he said.
Tryphena stood up. She was getting
her senses back. No. no." she protest
ed. almost in anguish. Il cannot stay,
must go home. There's the cow" II
was the only excuse she could think of.
Marjory ran TO her. 'Oh. mammal"
she crooned. Il want to stay, please
It's so beautiful here and so warm
Emory laid his hand on the ohild's
hair. you shall stay. honey" he said
Then he turned to Tryphena. smiling
I'm bossing this job" he declared.
Tryphena sat down again. She heard
Emory go out. \ smeH of coffee crep
into the room. When had she tasted cof
fee? Tears smarted III her eyes She
wondered at her womans weakness.
Il must be very tired" she thought
She did not know that the sweetness o,
being cared for was greater than hel
| pride or all her hardly earned independ
| ence.
Emory returned presently. Well" HI
! said. your horse is stabbed. Your waS
on is at the shop-it can't be mendet
until morning-and your apples are solt
| where they lie to Job Frawley. 1t hap
! pened right before his door. Here's thu
money. Now We'll have supper. Anc
! then I'll take you home in my car