Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-06-12

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opportunity to cheer and encourage him
That's NICE she boasted, comparing
the daily account that's seVenty-one
cents more profit than Tuesday. Let's
try tomorrow to make 1t "a dollar more
than today"
Il should try. Sylvy, for you and to
buy the stone for little Isadore." The
voice was broken. yet hopeful. In 1t
was no touch of bitterness, no cutlery
against fate. No more talk about the
Romanoffs of the rich. Sylvy herself
felt greatly encouraged. She feared only
Levene's nfuence-the mans nnGanny
and hatred in the breast of those who
listened. Toward the beginning of the
second week he came in. 1t was his
first visit since little Isadore's death.
Apparently it was no part of LeNene )
code to bestow sympathy and consola-
ton.
YOU been avay?" Aurentsky inquired
somewhat critically.
'Nup, Busy 80 explained Levene. =.
You didn't hear about my little lsa-
dore?" Jacobs whole expression soft
ened at the words, his eyes yearning for
sympathy from the one he had come
to regard as his most trusted friend, but
he got none. ,
Yes I heard" said Levene. Lucky
Teller, little Isadore! ~
Yes. but unlucky me- declaimec
Aurentsky. as he thrust a finger ORA.
maticallv at his own breast. You don't
got vnn word to say to me; you don't
come near me to take mN-hand ana
"Revolutionists have got nc, time to
be sorry-no time to have families even.
A revolutionist Is a soul in lame: II
would be better if We had no chlidren.
Leyene's tone was harsh and unfeellns.
nc children and the father-heart
of Aurentsky led him to open his arms
and gather to his nTea vs. h une the next
to the youngest remaining. anemic NJ
tie Rose. whom some instinct SeeIneu "
tell him might go next atter lsau9ie. ,a
Levene looked greatly displeased ana
very critical. ~ -, -,
surprised at your weakness. You are
melt SO over your children. ReNolur
tionists are so devoted to the cause OF
all children that they, have no time 10
devote to any, partlcuiar c1iiulems nv
the memory of something she had heard
abou, Levene's attitude toward mar
riage, iared up with, AND SO earn lot
all women that you don't got d WE "a
That's the straight of it." declared
Ieyene, "A revolutionist should never
But nv husband is married already
The revolution should come hrst'
Revolution, Why do you al the
time talk revolutonE eHclaii'eu VIC
acknowledgements. 90,
MY children come before my own
life efen,' insisted Jacob. IT Is lor
dem dat | am a revolutionist
But YOU are really not a true re,o-
lutionist." retorted Levene, eyeing Az
rentsky doubtfully, II shall speak TO the
committee about it." -. A.
rentskv. bowing his head in his hands
as if. abandoning Leyene IN disgust liz
turned again 10 his grief. leaning
Sylvy saw this action with ieaPI,s
heart. and read its significance instant
lY. Above. all the grief n pam h hnd
shock of these last few days there haa
remained that greater shock: the KNOW
edge tina her father had either peeh
assigned to commit murder or had
dreamed that he had been assigned 10
it, and in either event had cheertully az
cepted the assignment. ~ 90
the tolls of Levene. The softenllg
events Of the last few days mad released
her father from the m me- OF suGm q
if his death had wrought that happy
conclusion, there. was a goodness III
Of gfe her brother was somewhat different
from that of the doctor. She ascribed
it to Gods will. Doctor owenbaugh
as% be- oa it TO %ra syPfhHiiia GG HymS a through Ws'
find Who was to blame for permitting
this spot of contagion to exist CO
~uncongenial. tried blunderingly to undo
the force of his first tactlessness; put
falling soon took himself, OF, ana IoI
some weeks it seemed that fate had
abandoned its enmity for the Aurent-
Jacob pursued the business of a row
ing green grocer more ana m arged a to
nearly twice what he had been accus-
toned TO bring in. There was better
living for the family, and the same
thrifty putting by of surplus. that goes
on steadily in most Jewish families OF
the emigrant type. .,.
personal fortunes had been brought
you should not be hiding you pref
ty hands and face away in some gloomy
old factory building, packing cigarettes
or bottoms or whatever it is that you
do" she had reproved one day. your
personality is your finest asset. Ny
father would love to have you IN ms
store, selling ribbons or laces or some
thing like that. You would get on SO
oh. do you think he would like to
have me?" inquired modest Sylvy, a
hungry look in her eyes, and that little
touch of wistful emphasis on like" as
reminding that, above everything else.
the girl was proud. Il would love to
sell things, nice things you know, that
mage Poor Pe chPiid "Ap after this Dreadful year
she was putting a touching emphasis
'"They're getting to put. pretty girls
in the mems furnishing departments
laughed Hester. They think It draws
trade. Just quit your place Saturday
night. and come to the store at nine
Monday morning. and I'll be there to
introduce you to the employment su-
perintendent myself"
So great was Slyvy's faith in Hester
that she acted upon this suggestion
without another word, and Hester
proved her magic. for the girl was i'm
mediately installed as a cash girl in
the necktie aisle, at eight dollars per
week, the same she had been earning
as a packer and twice as much as
~cash-girls ordinarily received but this
was Hester's Intervention again. and
) even that munificent wage was to be
increased shortly.
Syivv was mature for a cash girl
> but-"It's the quickest way to learn
what you want to learn. and kind OF
gives you the run of the store. In q
few weeks We'll have you selling
goods"
> This was what Joe Remick. the EN-,
ployment man, said to her. for he was
anxious. naturally, to oblige Miss Hes.
: ter. and he, too, was caught by Sylvy's
' demure prettiness and by the soft musk
in her voice that had set chords echoins
in the breast of Victor Robinson. il
was Sylvy's fate, too, that the very
/ day she wen to work Victor Robinson
} came in, paused a moment at the neck,
{ tie counter, indicated his choices by
) tapping on the counter with his thumb