The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1915-03-05

lowness as viewed from almost any d.
rection.
"Af-the wOman's voice concealed a
tremor-'can we pay Mrs Willard any
thing on the rent today?"
Amt you got any money"
why, Al, you didn't give me any
money"
The man searched unsteadily through
all his pockets. He finally discovered a
half dollar and dime.
Never mind" broke in the soft voice
Of Mrs. Willard as she saw tears in the
eyes of Mrs Grogg.
Mrs. Willard, who had come to know
life in many sordid phases, took June
away.
Have you an evening gown, June,
dear?'' asked Mrs. Willard in matter
of fact sort of way and eying June
solicitously as she made this abrupt
change in their subject Of thought.
Yes" drawled June. "I'll get it TO-
morrow"
I'VE are to have guests this evening""
And Mrs. Willard studied June's height
and figure with a calculating eve. 81
nave new little dinner dress which I
am sure you can wear charmingly. You
are to be my family, my DEAR" she rat
tied on to cover June's embarrassed
half protests Il want you everywhere
with me. We shall have to do some
shopping, you and l, one of these DAYS
You like pretty things, don't your"
why, of course" laughed June. and
she colored under Mrs. Wizards OBJ
vious admiration.
Then you shall have them. NV.
what a pleasure it will be to make a
dolly out of you, child! We must run
right up and dress"
Inc new little lace dinner frock did
become June charmingly, but she was
very thoughtful as she sat among the
gay peacocks and elves and gnomes,
very thoughtful and very sad, upon
the tiny bench in front of the windows
overlooking the broad river. Her brain
was seething with new ideas, knowl-
edge which had been thrust upon her,
sympathies which tugged and pulled
at her.
First Mrs. Grogg. June had feared
for that forlorn woman, feared for her
at this moment, alone down there with
that animal who had fallen so far
from the image of God. Yet what was
there to fear? Mrs Grogg had en-
dured and was enduring now and
would endure again, and when her
lord and master happened to be sober
and happened to have any money he
might give his wife little of it, might
take compassion on her dire poverty
and her need. The geraniums proved
that he had trace of the quality con-
cealed in him. 1t was the same old
problem. June's own problem, only in
Its most sordid form. Dear Ned! There
was no comparison, yet it was always
the man who owned. the man who
gave. The woman could only receive
She could not give because the man
possessing her already owned all that
she had to offer, even her love.
On the corner of Wander street ald
Duck alley was Ned interviewing a
skinny legged girl who SMILED continu.
ously, both while she was pdling up
her stockings and while she was not
In her cheek was wad of gum, and in
her eye was all the lively expression
found in the eye Of a dead fish. Ned
Warner dredged for information for
two sordId minutes and went away.
and Officer Herman walked straight
over TO the stocking puller.
What did that guy want?' he de.
manded.
- He was astin' about a girl"
This party described the girl, didn't
he?"
"uh.hunh-snwed of blond. Say
what is il 10 your" And she SMILED
away.
Officer Herman walked bnck 10 his
post with a troubled brow. ana ne
shook his long, narrow head as he
looked after the Industrious Ned War
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