The evening world., 1915-12-24

Drought IN 10 MIN. Joseph Brown mad
called, begging for a word alone with
him. Grant smiled happily. Brown
was a day laborer to whom he had
lent money when the borrower was
out OF work and had n sick child.
Tell him to come H." said Grant,
Eleefully, al the caller was announced.
He settled back In his desk chair,
pleasantly anticipating the fun OF
brow beating the man into submis-
sion. Brown came into the inner
office, clad In his working clothes.
Generally on such visits he paused
at the threshold and meekly waited
his masters leave TO advance toward
tho desk.
But to- day he walked confidently UP
20 Grant, his tanned face one broad
grin. without troubling to say Good
morning" he handed Grant a folded
letter Then:
That's ALL" he remarked. Bye
bye, you Shiny old money spider. I'm
out OF your dirty net---for keeps"
He turned and staggered out Of the
room before tho hstounded Grant
could 30 much as swear at him. The
loan broker jumped TO his feet to fol-
low and hale him back. But as hs
started for the door his angry glance
fell on the folded letter Brown had
handed him. lie opened and read II.
Then he sat down. very hard, and
read II all over again-choking and
gurgling In helpless wrath. The letter
was typewriter and very brief. II
ran:
Mr.. Joseph Brown Tho notes which
you gave George Grant for Q loan az
outrageous interest rates have been
destroyed. Therefore, your debt 10
cancelled.
One Who Pltlss the Poor.
Grant was stu raging. wordiessiy,
when Saals came In TO announce one
John Peterson. an elderly. stoop-
shouldered man. who entered on the
heels OF his announcer.
Mr.. Grant said the old man, Of
ferfng the loan broker a letter, this
came by the morning mail. I thought
II was only fair TO show II to you"
Grant. his eyes blurred with fury,
was barely able to note that this let
ter was . typewritton duplicate of
Browns.
'1t's-it's a iiei" hs stormed. "A
tricki l have your notes safe In my
desk here"
"Yes7" politely returned Peterson.
Then perhaps you would not mind
showing them to me7"
You'll seo them In court, fast
enough" ragged Grant, III you try to
weloh on your debt TO mo-"
II will take that chance, Mr..
Grant" replied tho old man. turning
Nav God. in Ills inanite mercv hIa..
whoever wrote it,
You crook" snapped Grant. are
lag. Of an arcideni iila ,hS. - 49,.
payment ON Won, h,,t dehts ?'
mot ON nv inst debts Mr. Dram,
was the uuiet answer III have aiwav,
tried to nav those p,,t 7 anal 90
tainIy take advantage OF thI, mea n,
10 escape your tran I have aireaJ,
paid my debt to YOU, three times over
In interest. GOOD day. ~ .
seven or eight more people in the out.
or office. singing and laughing and
raising Cain; all OF them with type
written letters FROM
kick them OUT" howled Grant
tanning hts high hat on his head and
starting for the elevator: kick them
outl The miserable swindlersl"
In Ave minutes he was bustllng into
a downtown ONCE whose outer door.
glass bore tho legend:
MAX Lamar. Crime Specialist"
"Mr. Lamar" began Grant as soon
as he could get his breath, "tha,
yelled woman has clinched her theft
by this--and this"--samming the
Brown and Peterson letters on the
desk in front OF Max-"and by n lot
more OF the same kind. Get her for
me. Get her. To blazes with the eI-
penseI Get heri"
June Travis emerged from her bed
room. heavy eyed from sieeplessnes,
and. In pretty negligee, entered her
sitting room. Mary was standing
there, awaiting her.
why. Mary" cried the girf, what
ts TT What's the matterf Is
mothcr"--
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mary o"Spects.
Mary cut short IN, ouey1e, n,
thrusting forward tina charrod nrom
irrorv note.
"Thas 4. the matter- sbs ..,6
rr1mly, 'Dearde. YOU must ten m,
what N meana"
June sttfied n iittle crv Of fear.
then lmpulsiyely snatched the burne,
paper from the nurses hand ans
made as though To hide IL Mar,
laid her hands on the girl, auiyerIni
shoulders and looked deep into hel
big, heartsick eyes,
Tell me dearie," murmured the Ole
woman. Tell me all about II, YoI
are unhappy and you've gotten int
miaohtef Tell Mary LITTLE cir