Williams news., 1915-06-10

over! ne aSKeQ. Oh, yes," she. answered. timidly. | That was all. But it was an embar- | rassing evening. However, the em- l barrassment was nothing to that of the next morning, when the Sunday papers were opened. For accounts of the visit of the com mittee filled the front pages. His pret- | ty secretary, as Miss Edna was openly | labeled, was called "the worst woman in Boston Her photograph was dis played in proximity with James Mar tyn's.
 | Miss Summers was not yet down. | Hastily mother and son scanned the dreadful displays. | "One of those confounded sociolo- gists must have been a reporter!" | growled the millionaire. 'I am so sorry for the girl, mother, and more l for you.'
 "Why for me, James?" inquired the old lady quietly.
 | Rich man that he was and dictator in his office, James Martyr felt like . small boy before the glance of those mild blue eyes.
 | Because mean to ask her to be my wife, he answered. 'In fact I have asked her already, and she is to let me know shortly" | eff she accepts you, James, it will
 be the best thing that could happen | to you," answered the old lady. | Mother! You aren't ashamed of herr"
 "Not bit. It will make a man of | you, James, she returned peremptor- piercing, too, that the millionaire was
 utterly at loss.
 They hid the papers and dreary day followed. Too embarrassed to l speak much to Miss Edna, James Mar. tyn skulked like schoolboy in his library until late in the afternoon.
 Once, emerging, he saw Miss Sum- mers boring over newspaper which she had purchased that morning. She knew, then.
 He went up to her. 'T am so sorry," he said
 'Never mind, MT. Martyr" answered the girl.
 "But I never dreamed that the facts would get into the newspapers" he went on remorsefully. %-"
 ''Mr. Martyr, one cannot live down ones past" she answered, beginning to tremble.
 l And your answer" began Martyr, when an altercation at the front door arrested his attention. An old lady and gentleman were engaged in very l d dicn 1fofi ruif fho h,,fI what is more, pushed that functionary aside without ceremony and came hur. riedly along the hall and into the par. | Tor
 l 'T want to see MT. James Martyn!" shouted the old gentleman, beside l himself with wrath l The pair were obviously country. bred-prosperous farming people, they seemed to be. The man was beyond iself-control and, more ominous, the old lady did not seem anxious to con- trol him.
 'I am MT. Martyns mother" said Mrs. Martyr, rising with dignity.
 "The papers say that my daughter is an ex-convict and that your son hired her out of charity!" cried the old man, with blazing eyes. He pulled a paper from his pocket and hammered on it with his hand. Aren't you James | Martyr, sir?" he continued, turning | upon the millionaire as he entered. ''Why shouldn't horsewhlp you, sir?" As the old gentleman carried noth. ing more formidable than a hickory stick and was quite feeble, the answer ok D,,4 L.. turned, he saw Miss Summers come | quietly into the room. He hesitated, but 1n a moment the old lady had caught her in her arms and they were sobbing on each others necks.
 You shall answer for this, sir!" shouted the father. You took my girl on out of charity! You wanted to re. form her! Huh! We'll see!" Edna, dearest, say that 1t isn't | true!" pleaded her mother.
 ''Oh, it isn't-of course, it isn't" sobbed the girl You see, I had to get employment at good salary to help pay off that mortgage. and know. ing how hard it was IT had heard of MT. Martyn's theory and I-pretended | to have a criminal record so as to get employment at thirty-five dollars week. I've never stolen anything in my life. And you can take back your old job, MT. Martyr. And the man marry won't be one who'll tell the sociologists things like that about me. He'll have to be just about the best man in the world
 It was old Mrs. Martyr who rose to the Occa sion She tOOk the aStOniShed girl from her mothers arms and placed her head upon her own shoulder.
 Now, good people," she said sooth- ingly, nobody was to blame. It was just my sons fad, that's all. He's only forty and he isn't quite grown up yet. He doesn't understand human nature.