The Kansas City sun. (Kansas City, Mo.) 1908-1924, 1919-04-12
'(copyrisht.)'


Somewhere within the dlminutive
body Of Cyrus Caesar Jones there lived
a spirit which fiourished like n green
bay tree, in spite of all untoward cir
cumstances.
1t was at least a third larger than
Jones himself, and, for this reason, the
greater part Of the time, he had a
firm conviction that Jones was quite
a man, and equal to almost any high
achievement.
He was an alert, practical, business
man, with a large stock of knowledge
dearly purchased at the University Of
Hard Work and there was brick dust
in his hair. His eyes were of a deep,
comprehending blue, and when there
was anything worth seeing he seldom
closed them. His trim appearance was
greatly in his favor but for the past
week it had availed him nothing.
Was it his fault hat the old firm
had failed?
mo, 1t was not!
Was 1t his fault hat his weary
search for another position had so far
proved utterly fruitless?
Again no!
Was he to blame because his saw
ings had melted away2
Well, hardly
He was standing on the curb, at the
intersection of Fifth avenue and Thir-
ty-fourth street, In New York, modify
~rehearsing in his mind his recent expe-
%riences, as he ~abstractedly watched the
people in the dining room of the enor-
nous hotel opposite.
"What a week."
His search for similar work had de-
generated into q frantic scramble for
any kind of work at all. And how, on
nothing, pay rent and doctors bills and
acquire food and cash to go on?
Great heavens !" he thought. "If
only l had some cash! ~
Cash! Cash! Cash beat in on his
brain.
Got to have 1t! Can't get It'll" said
Jones.
Can get itr' answered Jones spir-
it. Keep ~a-going. Can and will get
It,"
HhiSAgi NOlhpluilNh JULES
"Shucks!" scoffed his friend. Pull
in your belt a couple of holes!"
At the edge of a pile of gutter-rub-
bish near Merry's, he noticed q string
of pinkish beads.
1.-THE little girl that lost them won't
mind if l give them to Helen,' he
unused, as he slipped them into his
nnpEnT "a triHinu nrnSnnt on1 n
doubtful one, but a big help at that,
1t isn't her fault that she doesn't
know I'm out of work"
He cleaned them in the fountain and
placed them in the lonely security of
his empty purse.
n copy of the mornings paper was
stuck between the Stats of the bench
on which he sat. He was too tired, toe
harassed by doubt and fear and hun.
ger, to read so he carried it with him.
This spirit of his made him stop to
sympathize with a little girl on roller.
His feet seemed fastened to the
steps as he slowly dragged them up
the five flights of stairs, but after the
click of the latch-key his heavy heart
was lifted by a glad cry as he entered
the little three-room fiat.
Cyrus! Oh, you dear! Come
quickly and let me press you close
The doctor says l will soon be well,
WE'LL Yes! Completely and soundly
well! What do you think of that?"
Think |" he choked, as he bent over
the bed and kissed his invalid wife
"Why, Helen, darling! l can't think
for the glory of itr'
"HOoray!" shouted Jones and his
spirit, "Hooray"
There was a wall from the crib by
the bedside.
Halo, son !" he cried, as he caught
up the baby and kissed him. MON.
mer is a goin' t get well! Dye hear
that! Yes, sir! Listen to that and
quit it--you dear little Indian ="
He drew up a chair and sat heavily
upon it, the child in his arms.
What is it that you need tonight
dear hearth" he inquired.
1.-Two prescriptions, some more port
wine, milk and eggs" she answered
ooh, dearle! Sickness is so terribly
expensive, l just know 1t is costing
more than your income, ever with all
that the people in the house have done
for me-"
well, I'm a long way from being
poor yet" he cOuntered. Poor? Well
should say not! Can anyone call me
poor, with you and the baby, and 6
job, and a roof over it all? Poor
With me managing things? Not
Cheer up, grille, and see what I've got
for you. It's just a little something
for you to wear the next Sunday you're
able to go out"
She took the necklace and admired
1t. Then she held out her arms Ii hin
You thoughtful, noble boy" she
whispered.