The Press., 1916-04-26
HIS MONUMENT
If Was One to the Liv- ing, Not the Dead
By AGNES G. BROGAN

coming of the children's mission to the
 shore. Eighty birthdays or more had
 he known on this same sandy beach. Then one day when the tempting
 Odor of his favorite ginger cookies filled
 the air Charities real life began. It
 was g group of romping Fresh Air mis-
 sion children who attracted his .atten-
 ton. They were drawn to his place,
 nc doubt, by that same delicious odor.
 Charities glance was forbidding. "Now,
 look a-here," he commanded. "You
 scamper. Don't come a-trackin' up my stepsr' But one little maiden fingered
 unafraid. Beneath a shock of fair
 curls her witching eyes looked up at
 him. @ @'@
 If you please" she said, '1 would
 like three cookies" Charlie chuck1ed.
 :sThreey' he: exclaimed. ''I want them,' 7
 the little. girl told him, "for the Borin-
 sky, children. They have never had anv cookies" Behind their spokesman
 the Borinsky children waited hope
 fully. '~ @'
 ''Landp' said Charlie. Qt was his
 one exclamation, but he brought forth
 plate heaped generously.) ''No,
 thank you," the unusual young person
 remarked. 4I did not ask for the
 cookies for myself" Grinning widely,
 old Charlie watched her down the
 sands.
 There's nervy one," he murmured delightedly. ''Spunky, too" The next morning she was back again, this time
 bearing in her arms white bedraggled kitten. Uninvited, she confidently walk ed inside; appropriating Charlie's own
 big chair. You'll keep the kitten, please" she said; cit cried last night all around the mission, and they would not let it in." : ..... ~.'.:..
 ."Landy' ejaculated the old man. "Do you think I want to take keer of a eatr'..
 'You will," answered Miss Goldi- locks. She smiled winsomely. "T like you," she said Charlie took up the kitten, something unaccountable stir ring in his breast. "You can come here and see it,' he told her, 'as often as the mission folks'1l let you" He paused perplexedly. "You ain't like the rest of 'em," said Charlie. How'd you come to get here?"
 Mother thought 1t best" the child replied in her pretty, precise way. "It is hot and crowded in the city, where we live, and we had not money to pay for country. You see'-she raised grieved eyes to his-"our daddy went and left us.''
 Left a little thing like you?" said Charlie. But he added in quick en- couragement, He'll be comin' back again. The child shook her head. He can't, mother says, because he's broken his leg. People with broken legs cannot walk "Shov said Char lie slowly. That's so-if mother told you ;."And," continued the child, mother has to work very hard to keep us both, so she cannot go away to find father. But If I stay here long enough perhaps she can save money to go. Then we win all be happy again. We were so happy! That's why they call me Joy. .",>-.
 ."Joyr' whispered old Charlie. For a his roughened hand rested upon the curly head. Its good he said. Suddenly Joy leaned forward. Couldn't you go to find fla ther?' she asked.
 Charlie smiled. "Mebbe," he said: "mebbe, some day"
 ;. When he had finished reading his paper that. evening Charlie drew forth in the lamplight an old tin box. Pains takingly he made a record of the sav- ings within and added his evenings toll. Then, with furrowed brow, he bent to study map and a drawing which had for him never failing inter- est and charm. The map was the plan of a nearby cemetery, the drawing that of 8 tall marble tombstone. IS in this uncertain life old Charlie had lived and labored unrecognized it was his one dream and determination to leave B mark after death. Here his name should be pointed out to future genera lions, the resting place of Charles Jaf fray-Charles James Jaffray. And so, gloating one morning over his little store, Joy, coming to visit her kitten, found him.
 "What's it for?" she asked in her straight, childish way. And, delight ng at last in a confidant. old Charlie old her.
 ''That," said Joy softly, twill be beautiful, and I shall come to place lowers about your monument"
 When upon a never forgotten day Joy brought her mother to visit him | Charlie thought at. first that two, chil- lren were coming together across the 'andss,,. so, young and sweet and fair vas the mother of Joy. Looking up with the same frank smile, she thank d him for his care of her daughter.
 "Land,''. said the. pleased old man, that want nothing! Reckon"-he reckon Joys my first love. She was telling me about her father" le went on, lowering his voice-'how le went away and didn't come back. \ m real sorry. Seems you put her off. \ ettin' on he'd broke his leg" But it's truew cried the mother of ! Toy, her cheeks flaming and her eyes glow. He is the finest man in the world, Joys father, the best We hould not nave married on so little \ money. Our people told us so. But ve did'-she tossed her head defiant ! we were happy, so happy, un- il the accident. It was an automobile, | md it injured his hip. At the hospital l hey could do little. and, oh, the suf- I ering!' The girl covered her face, ut soon her voice rang clear again. Even then I could have managed had | le trusted me. He was brought home | rom the hospital to spend his life in wheeled chair. But I found a posi- ion, and it was good. After hours here was extra typing. Joy alone eemed to suffer, needing more care han I could give. So decided to put owe, before pride-to send her here