The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-05-19

woman in the world for him. She ba
entered into all his plans with sue
alacrity. her sympathy and Chart
were overlooking for the poor soci,
victims whom he was redeeming. An
ne knew that the girl was by no mean
Indifferent to him.
And so he asked her that eyenin,
on the way home. Edna, startled an
yet f1attered, faltered. She could M
reply.
will you take time to think /
over?" he asked.
On, yes" she answered, timidly
That was all. But it was an emba,
RAISING evening. However, the EN-
Darrassment was nothing to that o
the next morning, when the sunda,
papers were opened.
FOR accounts Of the visit of the com
mittee filled the front pages. His pret
ty secretary, as Miss Edna was openl,
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.
glsts must have been a reporter!"
growled the millionaire. Il am 90
sorry for the girl, mother, and more
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 4
small boy before the glance of those
mild blue eyes.
because mean to ask her to be nv
wife," he answered. "In fact / have
asked her already, and she is to let
me know shortly"
II she accepts you, James, it will
De the best thing that could happen
10 you, answered the old lady,
Mother! You aren't ashamed Of
herr"
Not bit 1t will make a man Of
you, James" she returned peremptor.
lily. And her look was SO suaye. So
piercing, too, that the millionaire was
utterly at loss.
They hid the papers and a dreary
day followed. Too embarrassed tn
speak much to Miss Edna, James Mar.
tyn skulked like schoolboy in his
library until late III the afternoon,
once. emerging, he saw Miss Sum.
mers porting over newspaper which
she had purchased that morning. She
knew, then.
lie went up to her. Il am so sorry"
he said.
"Never mind, Mr.. Martyr" answered.
The girl.
But never dreamed that the facts
would get into the newspapers" he
went on remorsefully q"
MIR. Martyr, one cannot live down
mes past" she answered. beginning
o tremble
AND your answer" began MARTIN.
When an alteration at the front door
lrrested his attention. An old ladv
md gentleman were engaged in very
ngry disputation with the butler, and.
'hat Is more, pushed that functionary
side without ceremony and came hur.
iedly along the hall and into the par.
Or
Il want to see Mr.. James Martyn!"
houted the old gentleman, beside
imself with wrath.
The pair were obviously country.
farming people, they
eemed to be. The man was beyond
and, more ominous, the ,
Id lady did not seem anxious to con. =,
'ol him.
i am Mr.. Martyrs mother" said
RS. Martyr, rising with dignity. 7
The papers say that my daughter is 6
n ex-convict and that your son hired c
er out OF charity!' cried the old man,
ith blazing eyes He pulled paper +
ON his pocket and hammered on it
18th his hand Aren't you James G
artyn, sir?" he continued, turning I
pom the millionaire as he entered. t
Why shouldn't horsewhlp you, sir?" h
AS the old gentleman carried moth. r
g more formidable than a hickory
lex and was quite feeble. the answer "
ID an obvious one. But, as he II
rned. he saw Miss Summers come
letly into the room. He hesitated, | X
lt in moment the old lady had CT
ught her in her arms and they were Il
bling on each others necks.
You shall answer for this. sir!" 81
outed the father. You took my girl Of
out of charity! You wanted to re.
IN her! Huh! Wen sect" "
Edna, dearest, say that 1t isn't
lei" pleaded her mother. s.
oh, it isnt-of course, It isn't"
obed the girl You see, had to ID
employment at a good salary to
p pay OF that mortgage. and know. 10
how hard 1t was II had heard of ~
. Martyrs theory and pretended y.
have a criminal record so as to get ."
ployment at thirty-five dollars
elk. I've never stolen anything in -
life. And you can take back your o.
Job, Mr.. Martyr. And the man 1
try won't be one who'll tell the =,
biologists things like that about me.
II have to be just about the best =.
n in the world" ~
was old Mrs. Martyr who rose to
occasion. She took the astonished ~,
from her mothers arms and placed ~
head upon her own shoulder
Now, good people," she said sooth- NJ,
~. nobody was to blame 1t was An
my sons fad. that's all. He's only nv
j and he isn't quite grown up yet. str