, 1919-11-20
Broken Rules
By DWIGHT TINGLE SCOTT
1919. by the Mcclure News
paper Syndicate.)

In the year of our Lord nineteen
eight, one who could wear a white
vest and mix cold or hot ex%hilarating
things and keep the ustome smiling
into the big mirror earned forty or
fifty dollars a week for some fifteen
minutes of exercise within a
roped arena. twenty by twenty, a GER
tain husky athlete is reputed to have
received fifty thousand dollars; men
who could handle iron while it was
hot were earning twenty dollars a day.
During his prosperous era the efforts
of Rev. Horace Chitwood. whose "let
not your heart be troubled" struck
%soothingly the deepest notes of mortal
woe, and whose what God has Joined"
set vibrating the most sublime chords
of human joy, were appraised by So
ciety at six hundred dollars a year..
and he got that much-some years.
So when Reverend ChitwOod died he
left a mortgage on the little home in a
Jersey town, t~wenty-eight dollars In
back salary. a determined widow and
Little Chit.
1T is the only thing l can do we'll
and l had rather 1t would be here than
elsewhere"
Indeed Mrs. Chitwood. l have never
forgotten those pies and that cake you
made for the church supper and l re-
member my promise perfectly" 1t was
the steward who spoke. He had once
been a member of Reverend Chit
woods congregation. So Mary Chit
wood became pastry cook at a big
beach front hotel, and because school
was put and because Mary Chitwood
wanted him near. Little Chit became
bellboy extraordinary out in front.
whats all the excitement. sonny?"
old Colonel Job, the hotels most con-
sistent crouch, paused, slipped a hand
full of "coppers" into the lads snug
coat pocket and patted Little Chit on
the head.
"Oh, haven't you heard, colonel? The
Money Princess is coming today"
"Huh-that child in Chicago that
there has been so much in the papers
about?"
Yes, sir, the real Money Princess
and she is coming to our hotel today
'Tell US about 1t, dear" prim old
Miss Harvey. who spent the year
round in the hotel and who had seri-
ously wanted to adopt 'her pink-faced
cherub," drew Little Chit near to her
chair.
"You see she is the richest little girl
ip- the whole world. But she hasn't
any mother or father, or even aunts
or cousins" explained Little Chit quite
seriously. But she is coming on a
private train with a lot of people who
look after her and they have fixed up
almost a whole third floor for them
The honking of automobile horns.
the clatter of bags upon the marble
floor, the forward rush of bellboys and
porters; they arrived. The Money
Princess herself was almost lost in the
hubbub. Came her governess, came
her nurse, came her music teacher,
came her maid, came her housekeeper,
came her eminent DIR. Louise Craig
Lakeland, the child hygienist, came
others int the servants of others.
Little Chit picked up a small black
bag, trimmed in gold. He touched his
cap and smiled. The Money Princess
smiled back.
When they reached their floor there
came the hubbub of inspecting rooms.
DIR. Louise Craig-Lackland knew that
the scientific principles of ventilation
had been violated. She got out an in
strument with a fan wheel and a dial.
And Of all things! The music teachers
room was lone in salmon and laven-
der. the housekeeper had ordered roses
there were sweet peas In all the
vases, the rooms faced the east. the
morning sun would annoy-to be sure
the ocean was inconveniently in that
apartments do?
Again Little Chit touched his cap
and smiled OF the small girl standing
In the midst of all this commotion and
looking very sweet and very lonely
and very much like any other little
girl Of twelve might look who had long
yellow curls and red lips and pink
cheeks and blue eyes.
Again the Money Princess smiled
JUICE anu OPcutu u illllc kOiu nlcSu
purse that hung from her graceful
young arm.
Not from you, princess"
The Money Princess closed the bag.
you know" said she, II like you, lit
tie boy, very much"
And l like you, too, princess"
II vas a week later and Little Chit
had just delivered ice water. Quite
suddenly but softly the door opened
and the Money Princess slipped into
the hall. She put her fingers over her
lips.
listen, Little Chit" she whispered.
81 am running away from them"
Little Chit stood transfixed.
"Did you ever" she continued. have
to eat food that had been all weighed
ont for vou and have IN Iaarn Erannh