Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-03-05

II was with hands trembling with
pride and fear that Morley took his first
lesson from pretty. good.natured Grace
Bourne. How the man worked and per.
spired over the arduous task.
I'm coming again. won't give it
up. l want to make a sweater for my
boy Bill, over there" Morley confided
to his young teacher.
Why, I'm making one for Will; SO
Wen both be making William a sweater;
how funny" laughed the girl.
Your brother?" asked Morley, mis-
chievously -
"N--no-a friend blushed Grace.
Il see," answered her pupil, staring
audaciously at the ring sparkling on
the young teachers finger.
There, Mr. Morley" evaded his in
SON WY Of sssrse naS You ySHr %il hrse i.srn les
Nearly every night found Morley at
his task. One night he overheard Ethel
say to her mother:
II wonder what Dad finds so interest
ing in that pokey fire station. I've seen
him coming out twice lately.
"Oh, he goes in to call on the chief,
his friend replied Mrs. Morley.
Dad, with chuckle of secrecy, hur-
ried away to his knitting lesson.
Late that night his opinion Of the
Young teacher was set forth in glowing
terms in a letter to his SON Bill. The
letter ended with these words:
gled in any love affairs over there. for
l have found a perfect sample of a
wire. No, you can't have this one, for
a sparkling ring tells me she is mort
i said sample, so she's not for sale. Re-
member my advice
There came an evening when Dad en-
tered the room conqueror, with head
held high. He opened a square bundle.
majestically, and held aioft a sweater
buy wsS sSo.. pad tbnss shsFe ". was no .sa to
chided Blanche, his older daughter.
of course not" echoed Ethel, letting
fall fall her sT work at the mention of 20 alb
Hin" triumphed Dad perhaps dad,
pointed to the articles
"What-do-you-mean, John" began
Mrs. Morley.
why, Dad Morley, you-you never
- Banched gasped, then paused In
Yes / did. Do you think fathers are
otism? These are are 's for sf Bin. no Grace Grace
Bourne showed me at the fire station"
Dad began rubbing his hands together.
as II you had to go outside TO learn"
Dad shook his head and then said
1okingly, a prophet in his own country.
| ~ Is NOT true mere, you dear OlO
dad and Ethel Notwithstanding her
yarn ensnarled feet, sprang to her
| father and hugged him tight
Mrs; y Morley quietly put a paper into
Telegram Bills coming home ."
Dads face fell a little.
"S0rry Dad !" exclaimed Blanche
,"N-no; sort of disappointed about
| sending the sweater and socks. That's
all. Bless the boy. l can't wait"
Perhaps he may need sweater In
| America" saucily suggested Ethel.
II hope he won't rave about any girt
over there, for I want to recommend
one like my ideal-Grace Bourne. What
are you laughing at?'
He turned to Ethel. who was unsnarl-
ing her ball OF yarn. She sat there
VNow Bill is coming 1 can tell the
secret. BIZ is engaged to as nice a girl
as your ideal. Dad"
Don't believe Il. He couldn't ind
one like her over there" persisted Nor
Ethel giggled again.
''Ife didn't have to try for he got he
over here. lts-it's-" tantalized the
Who is 1t, you tease?' querled he,
"lt's.-it's Grace Bourne herself. IL
you'd only bad eyes and-why, where's
'ro the fire station TO find his future
daughter no doubt" laughed BlAnchs.
And that was what Dad was doing.
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