The Palatka news and advertiser. [volume] (Palatka, Fla.) 1908-19??, 1917-01-12

rayed and moaned and shook the
I old hotel as terrier shakes a rat.
and the sleet that had followed the
snow kept up fusilade like show
ers Of splintered steel against the
windows. But for Copti.orne and Al
ice and Toby the night had no ter
rors. 1t was not until past midnight
that the man Of the party rose, say
ing:
You sit still I'm going to make
your IRE and fix the latch or your
door
He had never thought of fixing his
own latch, yut hers-it was different,
When he came back she looked I'd
from petcing Toby and said in the
most natural tone:
Is ii 5uEning?"
Burning fine
She put down Toby and rose TO Ter
feet, still trembling Z little. He OF
Tered his arm and she took it without
hesitation.
She found the FIRE burning, the door
mended, the little bed pushed up to
the tireside, with the screen behind
Il. It was warmed I'D with & hot
brick and over the outside Law some .
thing dark and wooly-Copthorne's
6yercoat.
She woke next morning with 2 .
start and lay wondering if the nights
events belonged to dream. No. for
across her feet lay Copthorne's over
coat-not much to look at as over
coats 90, but tempting her in its
suggestions to grateful tears. Then
she heard knock on the door and 4
step retrc2ting from it. Outside
Copthore had left her breakfast. on
an atlas, covered with a newspaper.
Copthorne's first act after carrr-
ing breakfast to Alice was 10 con-
vey the blacl; jug to the room of his
neighbor and point out
the excellence Of its contents in the
treatment Of q cough. This act Of
aeroism accomplished. he took q bath
and a shave and brushed his clothes
70 the last. thread. Then, beating
Town his unwill!ngness. he went. in
'p,te Of the weather, to the office Of
Is cousin, Samuel CoDthorne. Sam
lei was president Of his company and
coupled q gorgeous suite Of Offices
n Broad Street. An electric coype
waited at the door. a blonde stem
grapher. haughtiest Of her kind,
2oked up with lifted brows, as Rich
I'd entered, suddenly aware of his
.umsy shoes, his old hat in his hand.
he head Of the corporation was die
2tIng letters. He looked up, show
lg a clean-shaven, well-fed face and
\ aristocratic grey head. He look
I much older than Richard. having
we'd on prosperity ard eschewed ro- Il
ance. 81
His visitor turned the old hat brim
his hands and colored. Then he in
i'd distinctly: CT
How dye do. Cousin Sammy. tie
We cut out drinking, and I've come pl
ask you for a Job. Anything in
.en a porter's-will do me to start ed
Samuel Copthorne rose, slowly. as
hooved a stout man with q tender- sv
to rheumatism. His heavy face Il
gan to light up. He held out his
nd. GU
rs it really YOU. Dick? And you've sh
me back and you're on the water Sc
'gon-you don't say, By George. . sp
n glad YOU came straight to me. 4 ye
D? Of course you get Job. the ed
me you had before. You start thu
tomorrow morning-just work hard Of
d keep steady. and you'll soon get the
raise. Time enough to make good
t. Ell? And. Dick-I say. is there be
ything else | can do for you?" yol
NO, no." said Copthorne. iovfullv. ag;
1t thing. Thanks awfullv. old to
n for your goodness. You're At
lite, Cousin Sarlmy-white clean tim