The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-19

"Oh, you pair of sillies.'' she laughed. Betty's doing splendidly and your son, Jack, is the finest baby l ever saw; weighed nine pounds and looks just like his mother. You can go up and see her for a few minutes but don't let her talk. One at time'' she added.
 They stared at her as though hard ly knowing what she was saying. They were speech1ess with relief and joy.
 You first, Jack. my boy, and then let her father see her and his only grandson"
 Jack needed no urging. He ran up the stairs, two at O time but crept into his wife's room on tiptoe. There she lay, very pale, to be sure, but with such a, look of peace and joy on her face that he caught his breath |, as he looked at her. There was a light in her eyes that he had never seen there before and by her side a tiny bundle, his son!
 With a solemn reverential feeling he gazed at the tiny features.
 Isn't he wonderful" Betty whis- pered
 Jack nodded. Just then he could not seem to command his voice Then a smile spread over his face. Mother said he looked just like you but can't say that I see any striking re- semblance.''
 Then he whispered, "Oh, my dear, IT love you so," and he stopped and kissed her hand and kne1t down be- side the bed his head on her hand. It was perfectly quiet. Heart spoke to heart more eloquently than any words could have done. Never had they known such soul-satisfying g happy moments as these!" Outside the old man was waiting. My turn now he said. Betty smiled at him brightly as he approached and uncovered the tiny face of his grand-child. What do you think of him daddy?" she whispered. He swallowed a lump in his throat. God bless him, and you too, little daughter. I never thought I should | live to be a grandfather" Then the two men went down stairs again. Now that the tension | was relaxed they hardly knew what ! to do.
 In a few weeks Betty was her old 1 charming self and the little new l conner was the center of attraction ] Grandfather Knight never went down 1 town that he did not return with 1 some offering to lay at his grandson i feet, a toy, a dress or something he | thought might be useful. Among the letters in the mail one morning was one that seemed to in- l terest Mir. Knight exceedingly. Final l ly he pushed his glasses up on his | forehead and passing the letter over 1 to Jack said: What do you think of that?''
 I It was a. letter from Bertram to his uncle telling him of the difficulty 1 they had got themselves into ana asking him if he would give them 2 1 little help, both money and advice l T knew you had made a, success ir | the grocery business and we though | that we would be able to do tho l same.' This passage seemed to amust
 Mir. Knight exceedingly.
 | T think they realize now that per | haps I had more brains than the, l thought I had. Running a store is no
 as easy as it looks.'
 T can't understand how, after keverything that has happened, he car have the nerve to write to you ant
 ask for money" said Jack indignant
 ly.
 E'They. are desperate, I think, and i
 is a last effort, before they give in am i really get down to work. I certainl.
 shan't give him a cent. I swore tha 1 wouldn't and I shall keep my vov
 but I have half mind to go ther | and save that business for them.
 should enjoy doing that and perhap
 it will be the saving of them. Bertram and Eva received hin
 with open arms. Their faces fel when he announced that he had no
 como to furnish them with money.
 ''Yes, I got your letter; that's wh
 I'm here. You said you were sorr
 fer what you had done. Perhaps yo1
 are, perhaps not. But I do beIiev
 you say that you are in trouble. Yo1
 don't deserve help but I'm going t
 help you to put this business on it feet, in other words help you to hel
 yourselves
 1 The old man was in his eleuen-