Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-08-13
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He certainly has"
Mr.. James Basdell stirred little In hio
chair s
81 suppose I have-crowded them little,~
he admitted. But you see, there were 20
many I'd always wanted, and when the
chance came-well, l just bought them
that's all"
And you have the time now to read them =
Il have, thank Well, suppose shouts
say. thanks to Mr.. Stanley c. Fulton" he
laughed. with some embarrassment. Il wish'
Mr.. Fulton could know-how much 1 90
thank him." he finished soberiy his eyes
caressng the rows of volumes on the shelves.
You see, when you've wanted something all
your life" He stopped with an expressive
gesture.
You don't care much for--that, then.
take it," inferred Mr.. Smith, with wave OF
his hand toward the distant violins
Dad says there's only one thing worse.
than party, and that's two parties piped
up Benny from his seat on the rug.
Mr.. Smith laughed heartily, but the other
looked still more discounted.
I'm afraid Benny ISIS telling tales out
of school," he murmured.
We'll t is out of school, amt n?" main-
tanned Benny. SAY. Mr.. Smith, did yer
have ter go ter a private school when you
We're a little boy? Ma says everybody does
who is anybody. But If it's Cousin Stanleys
money that's made us somebody, wished
he'd kept it at home-'fore had ter go ter
that old school"
"Oh come, come my boy" remonstrated
the father, drawing his son into the circle OF
his arm. That's neither kind nor grateful:
besides. you don't know what you're talking
about Como. suppose we show Mr.. smith
some of the new books"
you must be fond of-books. Mr.. Blais-
dell" he said somewhat awkwardly, after q
time.
MA says dadd rather read than eat."
gigElcd Benny, but pa says readin' Is eatin'
But I'd rather have Il cookie, wouldn't you
Mr.. smith,"
You wait till you find what there is in
these books, my SON." smiled his father
You'll love them as we'll as I do, some day.
And your brother" He paused swift
shadow on his face. He turned to Mr. Smith.
My boy, Fred, loves books, too. He helped
me n lot In my buying. He was in here--o
little while ago But he couldn't stay. Of
course. lie said he had to go and dance
with the girls-hs mother expected It,"
'ho! mother! Just If he didn't want
ter go himself!' grinned Benny, derisively.
You couldn't hire him ter stay away
specially IL Pearl Gaylord's round"
"Oh. well. he's young and young feet
| always dance when Pan pipes" explained
the father with smile that was bit
forced. But Pan doesn't always pipe, and
he's ambitous-Fred is" The man turned
eagerly to Mr. Smith again. Hes going to
be a lawyer--you see. he's got a chance now.
He's fine student. He led his class in high
school and he'll make good in college, I'm
sure. He can have the best there is now,
too, without killing himself with work to
get It, He's got fine mind and" The man
stopped abruptly. with a shamed laugh. But
enough Of this. Youl forgive the fond
father, | know. I always forget myself when
I'm talking of that boy-or rather perhaps,
it's that I'm remembering myself. You see.
want him TO do all that I wanted to
do-and couldn't. And"
Jim. Jim" 1t Mrs: Hattie in the
| doorway. There. might have known where
| I'd find you. Come. the guests going and
are looking for you to say good night Jim.
| you'll have to come! Why, whatn people
| say? They'll think we don't know any
| thing-how to behave, and all that, Mr..
| Smith. you'll excuse him. / know"
Most certainly" declared Mr.. Smith II
| must be going myself for that matter" he
| finished. as he followed his hostess through
| the doorway.
| lTO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW IS