The Washington times., 1920-10-17

(Continued from Preceding Po9e)
e "Ah, that shows you're getting
on, son"
"Gsttihg Oh. I'm sfrsid-while
you're doing all the hard work"
Gosh. and how do love II!
Want TO read q piece wroter"
"Sure. Mike. Come across with
IT," Jim handed him galley Of
proof that was lying on his bat
tered. untidy old desk.
There are three newspapers. big
league sheets, too. printing my
moral pieces the same day they ap-
pear in the Beacon-Ssn Francisco.
Chicago and Atlanta. They pay me
something, too. Read II, son.
Twill improve your morals"
IL don't doubt IT," Anthony
laughed, Ind fell to reading the
proof while Jim went into the COM
posing room, beyond the wire grill.
Great stun. JIM" he exclaimed
when the other returned. You're
in training for q saint or a canon
or some other gun like that"
I'm all trained, Tony. It's only
a sinner that can tell folks how to
be the other things"
They chatted for q few minutes
of the circulation, Of the reporter,
the old foreman of the composing
room and the welfare Of the paper
generally.
Think you can find some work
for me here, Jim?" Anthony asked
him lightly.
Aren't you going to finish your
course at the universityw inquired
Jim surprised.
"Oh, wouldn't like to, Jim! I'd
give years Of my life to do Just
that"
"Well, why not?"
"Oh, l ought to stay here with
mother now; :. besides, you have
been holding the fort SO long, II
ought to give you what help can"
mo, son, no! That's one Of the
things you would regret all your
life. Everything here's going on
all right and 1t can go on for
while longer. Not only ought you
to Anish, but. II you can get little
experience on a big metropolitan
paper, so much the better. Life.
experience-that's the stock In
trade of a newspaper man. Once
she gets well, your mother will wish
that, too. In any case, you ought
to do 1t. I'd want my own son to
do just what I'm advising you. You
are like my own son to me, Tony"
Anthony gazed at him In admira.
ton.
by gosh, Jim, you are unique!"
Maybe I am" said Jim softly,
half to himself. But II l am, It
was your father made me so. He
made of the Bhil a man, my boy
and the-Bhi is on the Job, twenty
four nurse day"
There 4as. silence. Anthony
vas moved. He said:
"I'm Cpd you said that about
faith :, JN. I know owe every
thing to him-best Of all, your
frieD dshp3 otherwise I'd feel afraid.
For ! certainly have done nothing
to deserve 1t. ri try, though, Jim;
I'll try. Put 1t there" And the
young and the older man clasped
hands and, the eyes of both were
misty.
N the meantime Adela Gray was
sitting alone in her room, in little
rocking chair, her hands to her, face,
which was distorted with dark
agony of dependency.
How could he behave to me that
way, after all these years-and
after kissing me like that? It's
nothing to him, of course. A man
will kiss anything-a waitress, a
housemaid-and forget it the next
minute. Oh, how could he, how
could he?" Bitter sobs were chok-
ing her, yet she stifled all sound
lest her mother should hear her.
81 suppose I'm too dull and color.
less for anybody who's been away
any farther than Lincoln. He's
been meeting brilliant people, fash
ionable girls with Ats of money
] suppose | am just a-nothing to
him; no, not quite that-just pal