Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1916-11-28
CHAPTER II. (ContinuedD

$E# Mr.. Lindsey, want you 10 make lie
one of your salaried officals-'with
power,' as we say of committees she
\ began. Il believe my fathers child
N can do something bigger in the world
than wage earning; but l need back
Sing. Will you give me chance to
make myself clear to you?' /
The frail old hands warded her on
with humorous protest. mo. no.
Child. If listen you'll convince me.
anl heard you yesterday. Lord, you
Ought to be in the United States SEN
II ate! And you would have been if you
land your mother had only been men.
q What power she would have been IN
the ward" He wanted to linger and
chuckle over the idea, but Sabra push
led straight on.
s.Why shouldn't you be convinced
mo, no." he sighed, lifting hand
10 his breast pocket. I'd rather do y
kicking and scratching. How much
do you want?"
She told him what her salary hao
been, scrupulous to ask no more, and
then. while he considered, seized her
chance to set forth to him all that her
society stood for. He listened with
aged Indulgence, crossed by an occa
sional flicker of amusement. AT the
end he slowly nodded.
Fs ~ sort Of like you, Sabra. ! believe
I1l do it." he said. "A man OF my age
u can AFFORD his little joke now and
then" He touched bell, and her
hanpy ears heard him dictate the
memorandum to his secretary. When
tthey were again alone, she took MS
hand In both hers.
81 thank you now" she said. but
want YOU to believe that your real
thanks will come from the future.
His smile was subtle but not unkiudly.
well. if there has got to be more
sf.lk n the world. you're the one to do
~" he admitted.
Sabra went home to lunch. riding
her good news like palfry. The din
Ing room door opened on group uls-
mSlly familiar in that household. hal'
tston, who had gone on so raalahtiy
ffhat morning to dwell in unbroken
Communion with his talent, sat re-
mote. blank. tragic with some unex-
splained Disappointment. HIS motnei'
kilty for she knew not what, "atchea
18th faithful, asking eyes anu
tried toYeep her distress silent. blily
Feelings had been hurt early IN tne
meal and Chloe had removed MN 10
ne kitchen, where she was comforting
MIN with abundant jam.
"Mother- everybody Sabra
voice brought Chloe to the door. 1t
Has come. am free for my real work.
II haye been to see Mr.. Lindsey
nv dear!" Mrs. Gage was martial
leader and tender mother in one.
l.What did he say?"
"You had prepared the way for me-
mother, dear, so my part was compare
lively easy" Sabra always distribut-
I'D scrupulous credit, which was one
source of her success as an organizer.
81 scarcely had to explain. 1t was
How much do you want? almost the
first moment"
"That was from hearing you yester.
day. Sabra. You never spoke better
She nodded assent. ''He thinks |
have a great gift for speaking. He said
That as a man would have, been po-
litical power
Fine, dear. What else?"
Sabra's clear, candid gaze was turn
ed back on the interview. HE init
mated that l was convincing; that peo-
ple would be swayed by me. His last
words were about public speaking
You're the one to do it, he said. 1t
was very gratifying" And Sa5ra sat
down to lunch with an aura of sue
cess shining visibly about her. Chloe
fingered dejectedly in the doorway,
measuring her shrinking self against
her fine. brave sister. A bitter word
finally broke from Ralston.
you get your chance. Everybody
but me gets a real chance, sooner or
later"
Mrs. Gage SEIZED the opening.
Wasn't the room quiet dear?''
Very, thank you" He tried to con-
tinue his magnanimous silence. but
the grievance would out. II should
think you would have seen that there
was no heat in that room. mother!
Neither heat nor sun. I nearly per.
ished. ! shall have to give it up
But there was fireplace" his
mother cried.
"There was: but no fire in it. And