Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-08-09

I'm working for Bernhardt. the brewer--a
hundred dollars a month";. maam.''
Indeed SO you're chauffeur. and
earning one hundred dollars month y
exclaimed Miriam Challoner. why that's
hnel" And a hundred dollars never seemed
larger to any ones eyes.
Stevens shrugged his shoulders as he an
swered In an offhand manner:
whats n hundred
"a hundred dollars a MONTH" again
sighed Mrs. Challoner and fell to planning
what that sum would do for her.
Suddenly Stevens broke in upon her
thoughts with:
what cozy little place you have.
ma'am - And turning to Foster: II hope
we can havr Just such n little place as this
some day. It's great"
I'D know In n minute. ma'am, that you
mad arranged things" said Foster. falling
In readily with her husbands enthusiasm.
For an instant Mrs. Challoner shaded her
eyes with her hand. The room, she knew
only too well, was the very last expression
or poverty. yet these two had shown
delicacy and kindness that she had sup
posed to he far beyond them.
but where's your manners. FosterT'
suddenly demanded Stevens. surely you
might put your hands TO fixing up that
supper on the stove! DO now. like good
Indeed. she must not-and In that
nothing to do" Miriam Challoner quickly
returned. for she could not bear to have
Foster see what was cooking there.
"Oh, I'll be very careful. besides, II will
seem natural TO be doing things for you"
| persisted her former maid.
"Yes. take n look at tho roast baking
| there In tho oven. anyway" said Stevens
| and no sooner had his wife turned her
| steps toward the kitchen than he quickly
| leaned over 70 Mrs. Challoner. and. thrust
| ing something In her hand, he said in an
undertone:
| shes treasurer. ma'am. ana have to
| account for every penny: but this she knows
nothing about. It's for you-please take
| It."
| In an instant Mrs Challoner was on her
| feet. and putting the money back In his
| hand, she exclaimed:
why, Stevens. can't take this Really.
| have money
| For moment Stevens's eyes wandered
about the poorly furnished room, betraying
his thoughts to the contrary. This was not
lost on Mrs Challoner. who Immediately
went on to explain:
Yes, Stevens, and I earn II. too" And
shs pointed to the typewriter with a GER
tain pride.
II beg your pardon. ma'am." said her
former butler contritely. returning the
money quickly TO his pocket. "Only, dom,
let her know f"
When Foster came back into the room
they were standing over the typewriter
Mrs. Challoner explaining its mechanism.
| "Oh, what n fine thing II is to have ar
education" exclaimed the young wife
looking sharply at her husband; but hel
penetrating glance was too much fol
Stevens. and turning quickly on his heel
he proceeded to rearrange the chairs.
''Hey. there!" suddenly called out Foster
why aren't you more of a gentleman
where's your manners? Run along there
like q good fellow, and put some water II
the teakettle" Stevens lost no time II
obeying; then drawing close to Mrs. Chal
loner, Foster whispered:
This Is for you, ma'am. but don't le
Stevens know, for he's as tight as a drum
head"
But" protested Mrs. Challoner. lookin
at the other in astonishment
"Please. saved II Just for you." insste
Foster. with a look Of disappointment o.
her face.
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