Evening star., 1915-06-12

thought, as he waited. Pm more at
home in the open; I'll ask her to
marry me while We're out riding"
Corinne was in high spirits: her
| two small girls, ragged and dirty.
darted across the road Stilwell caught
up his horse, but one little one went
down under the feet of the mare Cor
| inne rode.
What a nuisance" she cried out as
Stilwell flung himself from his horse.
In an instant he had picked the terri
| fed child up and was carefully feeling
for broken bones.
There isn't any need to make such
nothing but slum children, and really
they shouldn't be allowed in the park
at all, the repulsive things"
There, there, were not much hurt.
Don't cry any more" Stilwell sooth-
ed the frightened mite. Run and get
some candies,'' he advised. giving them
dollar: "that'n cure the bruises"
When he turned his face to Corinne
again the ardor had died out of his
fine eyes and his tongue was a silent
one the remainder of the ride
Corlnne managed to cover her dis
appointment and vexation with a fine
show of gayety
At the horse show in Madison Square
Garden next evening hundreds of men
and women dressed in fashions height
watched the beautiful, high bred horses
The air was heavy with the mingled
fragrance of costly scents and flowers
Corinne. in black creation. with a
glittering crescent In her black hair
and brilliant red roses at her corsage
was all sparkle and dash. Stilwell
looked at her and wondered that she
Favored him. What We're his few hum
dred thousands to the millions her ad-
mirers possessed?
Fine, isn't it?" Philo Rrownson, an
old acquaintance, remarked to Stilwell
Jupiter's stables. A fine lineup,
aren't they? I just passed another line
on 4th avenue-a bread line-unfed
things Gives fellow the creeps:'
His careless words struck Stilwell un-
pleasantly. Unobserved, he left the
garden. On the next corner. in front
of bake shop. were about 100 chill
dren waiting for the nightly distribu-
ton of stale bread. The little shiverers
were but half clothed: their faces were
Stilwell stepped up near the end of the
line.
I'm awful cold, Sissy" boy of ten,
leaning on little crutch, remarked.
The little girl with him put her thin
sleeved arm about him tenderly II
oughtn't to have brought you, Seavy."
But mamma had to finish the but
tonholes. and she was afraid for you to
come alone" he protested
The doors of the bake shop opened
and two men went down the line, Civ
ing to each child loaf of bread. The
other children scurrfed away hastily,
but the little cripple and his sister
moved off slowly. Despite their eau
tion at an icy spot, the lame child fell.
Stilwell sprang to lift him. He was
unhurt. but his crutch was broken.
The girl began to cry. Never mind"
said Stilwell; TIL carry brother home"
Were going to have nice potato
soup and bread for dinner" the little
lad confided to him as they went along.
Last night We were too late to get
any bread. Mamma cried because she
just had crackers for us to eat today"
flush, Seaver" protested the little
girl.
What are your names?" stilwell
asked, land your fathers name?"
'Seaver and Naomi Robinette," the
girl answered: "our father is dead, but
his name was Caspar."
him: Her children! And the bread
The were passing a grocery and
delicatessen. Stilweil stopped and
bought two fat baked chickens, hot
sausages, steaming bowls of vege-
tables, green lettuce salad. celery.
cheese, butter, fresh hot rolls. a fruit
cake, apples, bananas. grapes, nuts.
bottles of milk. Her children starving!
Well, they would have one good feed!
With sparkling eyes little Naomi led
the way to the top floor of a rickety
tenement and opened her mothers
door.
In the dim light of the single gas Jet
Stilwell saw that the room was scru-
pulously clean. but as bare as, her