Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1916-03-07
THAT MAN CHARLIE
BY ROBERTA CARSON.


in our direction just because we're
couple of yards out OF town. Nc
Manus at the employment Office says
they're all that way and he cant do
anything about it. / told him to send
out anyone who came along A man
would do if he could get one. Oh,
why did dear old faithful Lizzie have
to get married? And just now of all
times!" She dropped dismally into a
chair. what can we do?"
Mrs. CORTLAND tapped her book
thoughtfully. IF it we're anybody in
the world but the Remingtons who
were coming II really wouldn't make
so much difference. But they live so
well and are so precise about every
thing"
: And there's a son coming, tool"
groaned Paula. "Oh, we just can't
have them. Father might telegraph to
Remington pater that somebody has
died, or that we've had a fire, or
smallpox, or something"
"They are motoring here from Bos-
ton, Paula, and left the middle of the
week. We would not know where to
reach them by wire"
"Well, then we still have two days!"
Paula got up and took off her hat.
Fer forty-eight hours I'm going to
clean the house till It shines. What
ever the Remingtons find, it won't be
dirt"
Fang! Bang! Bang! went the car
pet beaten welded by a round, white
arm, strengthened and seasoned by
many rounds of golf and tennis.
Paula was talking to a man. She
had seen him pass slowly along the
side street as If searching for house.
"McManus has sent us a man | do
believe.-Stop Wait a minute! Are
you looking for Courtlands?"
Eyes"
did Mr. McManus, the employment
man, send you?"
"Yes-but how"
Never mind! There's no time to
talk. No matter what you can or
can't dc now-you are better than no.
body and we need you. I'll give you
an old coat of fathers till your things
come. Then beat these rugs and
sweep them Off Get the hose in the
laundry and scrub the porches and
walks. Shine the brasses around the
front door and then come up stairs,
I've forty windows for you to clean.
Sounds like lot, but it's got to be
done!"
So Charlie banged rugs. scrubbed
stairs, oiled floors, cleaned windows
beat.seggs, stripped the fat off the
ham, ground coffee, ran errands
| changed furniture and cut glass. Al
| the last minute on Friday he helped
iron the curtains after Paula had
shown him how, and then after dinner
he washed the dishes carefully, put
them away and cleaned up the
kitchen.
Then he presented himself to Paula
in the library. Miss, I'm sorry, but
I've got to leave"
What? You can't go now, Charlie"
She sat down with shaking knees.
Sorry. but l gotta"
"But-why?"
my family needs me. gotta go.
tried to help all | could"
ooh, you did, Charlie. You're a jew
ell. But what will we do when the
company comes in the morning? No
one to do dishes or anything"
"Mebbe the company can help"
Paula laughed weakly. yes, may
be they can, but then again maybe
they won't. But of course you don't
understand, Charlie All right, If
you've got to go, we've got to let you.
I'll get your money from father. Four
dollars-is that right?"
The next morning the Courtlands
watched the clock anxiously, fearful
lest their guests should arrive before
the work was done. But things were
in order and mother and daughter in
faultless toilets when an automobile
containing three people drew up to
the curb.
Mr.. and Mrs. Remington were greet
ed cordially and the Courtlands wait
ed expectantly for the begoggled son,
who was busy with the car outside.
Then he came, and something in the
travel-won suit and shapeless cap
seemed familiar to Paula. OF came
the goggles, and behold-Charlie!
The Remingtons enjoyed the situa-
tion so hugely that the astonished
Courtlands Joined i'm the laugh. we
have heard from our son how the land
lies!" laughed Mrs Remington, so
we are all prepared to roll up our
sleeves and pitch in and help
Later, Charlie Remington had a few
words alone with Paula in the library
where he had handed in his resigna'
tion the night before.
Copyright. 1915. by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate)
Phllosophlo King.