Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-08-14
CHAPTER XIII (Continued)

CHAPlER ALI NtOntlnueu'
1IvE minutes later he had found Miss
II Maggie. and was making his adieus'
Miss Maggie, on the way nome, was
strangely silent.
well that was some party began MT
Smith. after waiting for her to speak
at was indeed"
Quite house -
yes"
'tIow nretv Miss Millcent looked -
''very pretty"
"I'm glad at last to that poor child
enioving herself"
YES"
Mr. Smith frowned and stole side
vice ~,~nco his COMPANION, Was it
possible? Could Miss Maggie be showing at
lat a tinge Of envy and jealousy? 1t was
so unlike her. And yeti
Even Miss Flora seemed to be having
a good time. in spite of that funereal black
he hazarded again,
Yes
And I'm sure Mrs James Rlaisdell and
Mics Re"s'e very radiant and shining
"Oh. yes they-shone.'
Mr. smith bit his lip and stole another
sidewise glance.
"Er--how did You enjoy it' lld you
hnvo a good time?"
"Oh. yes, very"
Thcrc was y brief silence. Mr.. Smith
drew long breath and beEan again
"I had no idea Mr.. James Baisdell was
so fond of-er-books. had quite chat
with him in his den
No answer.
HE says Fred--
"Did You see that Gaylord girl?'' Miss
Nargie was galvanized into sudden life.
Hes perfectly betwtched with her. And
| shc--thn- ridiculous dress-and for n young
r'r, Oh. wish Hattie would let those
| peon,n alore!"
"Oh. well he'll be off to college next week"
Eyes, but who WITH Her brother -
| and ha's worse than nhe is. II ANYTHING
| Why no was drunk toni"ht. actua''v drunk
when he came don't want Fred with
| him don't want Fred with any Of them"
| mo I don't like their looks myself very
| well butt fancy Young Blaisdell has a
pretty level head on him His father
SAYS"
Miss Maggie He worships all those chill
| dren But into Fred--'nto Fred he's nour-
'rr hiz whole lost youth. You don't know.
| You don't understand. OF course. Mr.
Smith, You haver't known him al the wH".
as have" Miss Marge's voice shook with
| sunnrnseed fcelinr "rim was always the
drcamor He fairly lived in his books
They wera food and drink to him. He
planned for college. Of course. From hoy
hcos ho wNs going to write.-great plays
great nocms great novels. He was always
scrbhlng-something. I think he even tried
to sell hie things in his teens; but. OF
course. nothing came Of that-but' rejec-
| tion slips.
AT nineteen he entered college He was
going to work his way. OF course, we
| couldn't So-d him. But he was too fral
| He couldn't stand the double task and he
broke down completely. We sent him into
| the country to recuperate and there he met
| Hattie Snow. fell head over heels in love
with her blue ewes and golden hair and
married her on the spot OF course. there
was rothiro to do ther but to 20 to work
| and Mr. Hammond took him into his rea
| estate and irsu-ance office. He's heen there
over since. ploddng, ploddins. plodding."
"Rv George" murmured Mr. Smith, sym
pathetically. A..
"You can imagine there wasn't much time
,oft for hooks I think. when we first wen
there he thought he was still going to write
the great poem, the great play the grea
vowel that was to bring him fame anf
money But he soon learned better. Hattie
had little patience with his scribbling, ant
had less with the constant necessity o
scr,mping and economizing. She was alway'
| ombitious to get ahead. and be somebody
and of course. as the babies came and TN
exnenses increased, the demand for mor'
! n,oney hnca more and more insistent. Bu
Tim poor jim He never was money
maker He. worked, and worked hard. ant
| then got job for evenings and worke'
| harder. But 7 don't believe he ever ou't
caught up. That's why was so glad whe'
this money came-for Jim. Ana now, don
YOU see he's thrown his whole lost youtl
irto Fred And Fred"
Erred is going to make good You Sc
II he doesn't.'
II hope he WILL Butt wish those Gay
lords had been at the bottom q the Re
Sea hefore they ever cams 70 nn'cs'0nsf %
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