The Detroit times., 1915-01-20

Would you rather sit in The corner
over here little while, Mr.. Hatton?
am bit tired.'
He took me 10 seat With alacrity
and. looking out on the dancers. said:
do you know, Mrs, Wayerly, | never
thought that people with as much
money as Harry and Eliene could live
as simply. Money has always meant
TO me formality, conyeutionality and
Hypocrisy, | have grown ~ hate H."
look at him with surprise, because
Harry had told me that. for genera
tions, the Hatton family had money
and Mr. Hat'on was one of the multi
millionaiIes OF the country.
II have associated with so-called
great ladies all my life" he continued,
"Ddt | don't believe ! have ever met
but one womanly woman until | came
lere. i did not know, until was four
ears old that the beautiful being who
lsed To float in dressed like the prin-
'es5 in the fairy tale. was mother. oh,
was wonderfully well cared for" he
aid answering my look, MY nursery
ute was as scientifically fitted up as
hospital My night and day nurses
ad come from special course or
raining in children's hospital. My
'rench bonne spoke with the purest
'arsienne accent. In fact, | did not
now that | had missed anything until
ne day, when went out walking
'ith Marie. saw in front OF me
tile boy about my own age, and as
got near him he slipped and fell.
Immediately, from the bench be-
de him. woman rose with a cry
I'd snatched him to her breast, kiss
him and talking to him in a tone
voice | had never heard before.
Something hurt me and ! began
cry and Marie said TO me: What
the matter, child you must not cry;
" will spoil your velvet frock.
81 held out my arms to her as
d seen the other little boy do TO the
ner woman My little heart was
hing to be taken up and loved and
doled, but Marie quietly tried to
pc away my tears.
L was crying SO hard now that the
Ger little boy came over to comfort
:.
Here. here don't touch Master
ddwich said Marie anxiously The
nan turned on her like a fury.
What's the matter with ye? Don't
tch him. indeed, Don't We see the
K is starvin' to death for q little
l(n'? Come here lamiken: come
tNora.'
For the first time in my life had
bn spoken TO i'm loves voice. | ran
WI cry OF JOY into those synpa-
tic Irish arms. pillowed my head
oithat ample breast
Marie was frightened, but | insist.
ethat Nora should go home with US,
a. threatened to have Mysteries II
Il did not Fate was good TO me.
Athe door met my father. Just get
III out OF his limousine. He was an
atere man, but ] had found in my
,ort life that he always gave me
erything for which | asked
ran to him, holding the little
ly's hand. 4 want Nora and Pat
nhouted. Give me Nora and Pat
father looked surprised and an.
1yed. but when the eXpllns tiOns lad
len made in excited French and EN-.
,rstic Irish dialect he was amused.
Sra was a widow She could come
sd be nurse to Chadwick provided
Sc could have little place where
Sc could 'kape' Patrick.
.Well.. the matter was fixed up after
Stew days, and Nora. bless her, was
10 only mother | have ever known.
1y own mother went out of my life
son after"
"Ard Pat?" I could not help asking.
fr Mr.. HattonH story was like
xay of "a poor little rich boy"
pat" he answered. with the first
mile | had seen on his face since he
hgan TO tell me the story. Pat is my
managing editor NJ the Daily ~. lie
vent through college with me and
hows a lot more than ! do. Pat
Ieeps my faith in human nature alive.
bear old Nora keeps house for us
lmd makes US comfortable. but until