Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1916-11-29
Miss Warfield's
Good Intentions
They Went Awry Except
+ For Herself and
One Other.
BY CATHERINE LONG

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roof tree over his head. He had tried
living In q house Of his own, but had
given 1t up. 1t was desperately lonely
and lot of care. The servant ques'
ton alone was enough to render It in.
tolerable. He had tried living with a
married friend, but the friends wife
objected to him because he was not
sufficiently careful as to the furniture
and let the sun in to fade her carpets
No; living with friend didn't work
either. say ~
Then Farrand tried his club. The
furniture n, his room was handsome
but there was nothing else there. Most
club dining rooms. are the loneliest
places In the, world. The members
who have homes don't eat there, and
few of the bachelors can afford to do
So Besides, club managers, being
men, have no conception Of how to
run a table, Everything is served by
portions or half portions, and If II
member orders variety there is
enough for half dozen persons, with
an equivalent cost.
OF course Farrand often turned to
matrimony. A woman would not only
be a companion, but would take care
Of house. In other words, she would
make home of 1t. But, though Mr.
Farrand acted on the principle in hi:
business that whatever was desirable
could only be procured by the organi.
zation Of that which would produce It
he found no such provision for pro
curing wife. The world, especially in
America, looks on marriage as nat
ural mating process, which needs nc
organization to bring it about. There
is no bureau Of love, with a manager
to turn out married couples. This
works fairly well with young persons,
but elderly men and women, who have
not found or have lost an affinity In
youth or have let opportunities slip by
without taking advantage Of them, are
not provided for.
At forty Farrand settled down In q
hotel. There were always persons
about. This was an advantage, but
the only advantage. Since he had tried
every other plan, except matrimony
and found oil wanting, he stuck to bis
hotel for fifteen years. By that time
he would have given all Of his $1,000
600, except enough to live on comfort
ably, for a home.
One morning while at breakfast, ap-
parcntly absorbed in his morning news
paper, he overheard man at another
table say to his vis-a-vis:
"See that man over there?"
Eyes; what Of him?"
THAT'S Farrand, the millionaire
banker"
'That nice looking Did gentleman
with tiorid complexion and white
hair?'
Eyes,
"WeA, all I've got to say is, if 1 had
bis money I'd never put my foot in a
hotel. If business called me there I'd
pay some one else to attend to it"
ooh, he lives here! He's bachelor y
what! Worth millions and no
home?"
That was all Mr.. Farrand heard and
more than he wanted to hear. He
arose from the table, took his hat and
coat from an attendant and started
for his Office. Usually he never felt
at home except in his office, but this
morning he found 1t impossible to shut
out the conversation he had overheard
at his hotel. The day seemed very
long to him. If he had had any one to
go to he would have left business to
take care of itself and gone somewhere
As it was he remained at his desk, at.
tending to such details as were re.
ferred to him. The hour of closing
was approaching and he was thinking
Of returning to his hotel, when card
was handed him bearing the name of
Miss Caroline Warfleld.
Mr.. Farrand had heard Of Miss War
field as woman devoted to charitable
work, but thus far she had never called
on him for subscription, and he had
never seen her. He directed that she
be shown into bis office and at the
same time he reached for his check
book to have It ready. Miss Warfeld
had very pleasant face, and a smile
rested on her lips that seemed very
much at home there. At the same time
she appeared a bit embarrassed.
Il have called" she said, ito interest
you in movement which,
II have heard Of your excellent work.
Miss Warfleld," Mr.. Farrand inter-
rupted, "and prefer that you should
not take the trouble to make an ex-
PLANTATION as to this movement. You
need only tell me how much your
Pardon me, Mr.. EArrand; my scheme
is so far out of the ordinary that
must state It. do not need money;
wish your cooperation"
Mr.. Farrand, who had taken up his
check book and pen, laid both aside
and, turning in his revolving chair.
assumed a listening attitude.
"You and I, Mr.. Farrand," continued
the lady, belong to that class of un-
fortunates who, though pecuniarily
able to provide ourselves with homes.
have no homes and no hope of homes"
The listeners expression changed
from its habitual ennui to decided in
terest.
II have found in my work." Miss
Warfield went on, "of helping the poor
that I must provide that which is need.