Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-05-30
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TvEN Mrs Cough Is down on re. She
IL says she will let me stay there to-
morrow, but would be very glad TO have
me out of the house, as she thought !
had bad Influence OIL Mike
wrote Riller during the week and
told him that was Leaving and going to
New York, but no word Of any kind
came from him
also wrote Rogers ard told him that
would send him his money from New
York lust the same I had letter from
hlr, this morning. IN which he said
Dear Flint received vour letter,
and shall look for payments as usual
p r"
That's all Ny hearers Everybody is
down on a fellow a. soon as he trips up.
Mike. Mrs. Cough. Mntun, the old lad",
KILLER, Margaret. Rogers. Benton and
Field Every darned one of the SNUG.
sclf-satisfied bunch-every one but Rosie
Rosie I wonder If I'm any good to
Rosie. | never swtped gloves from.
store Were nice couple. Rosie and
me, \ fool and crook. And what's
made us So asked Rosie, when | tehl
her this tonight. y cuess nature looked
after your Job all right. old dear, but
| was Just driven TO II because I wanted
enough money to keep body and soul to-
| gether.
| Il sounded good from Rose, but
couldn't see that movies two or three
| times q week and dance hons once or
| twice { week were necessary to keep
body and soul together However. I
hadn't enough kick in me to argue with
| her
When ! got bach: TO my little room? in
Walton I packed up--ready for what -
my trip to New York How sadly I've
messed my opportunities in Boston,
begin to realize ! began to pace the
room and then noticed q letter on thc
table. 1t was from mother
| | had told her that lost my Job but
had got another in New York read
mothers letter through once twice. three
times. and the third time I'm not
ashamed to admit it there were some lit
tie wet splashes on il. The ink had run
in two or three places. Did | say
little while ago that everybody was
against me- Then | said wrong. That
letter of mothers showed me that I had
one StaunCh, true friend to whom | could
depend on whatever did That letter is
| to me too sacred to paste in my diary
! dropped on my knees at my bedside
and thanked God for giving ne one
wonan-my dear dear n!other-who
could trust her boy and believe him
whatever he might dc. NV PRAYER
changed into a paroXysm of grief and !
sobbsd and sobbed. ! sobbed away some
of my pent-up feelings and animosity.
didn't hear the door open and Mrs
Cough enter the room The first thing
knew she was saying, Poor laddie," and
! heard the door shut
She came over to me, put her strong
hard-working arm under me and raised
me up till I vas sitting on the bed. and
she stood by me and pressed my head
against her side. You Door. wee laddic
and yet I'm glad to see you greevn'
for it shows that your hearts in the
right place oh. ladde. I'm ashamed of
myself That's tim ashamed of my
self to think that l. a mother. should
have spoken SO harsh to you as | did
Woman she sa id to herself in the glass,
you're a scallywag. You ought to b..
ashamed to yourself when the poor lad
die wants some help" and then she
turned to me, saying, You come right
downstairs with me now and I'll make
We cup of tea and some real Scotch
scones. My, but the boy mustn't think
he hasn't a friend" She noticed the let
ter. which | was still holding in my hand
is IT the letter that upset you''
THANK you, Mrs. Cough" I mana ged
10 say. NO, it's from--mother'
Aye. ] understand now. You're a
lucky lad after ALL" she patted me gently
on the shoulder, then said abruptly
We'll, this won't do. | must get busy
You come downstairs as soon as you've
tidisd yourself up bit lad"
Aren't women good