The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1920-01-15

parting Ordef, ana Betsy flew out OF
the room, down the steps, out of the
house into her own, and thence up the
stairs to the room where mutely re-
posed the untouched food. Gathering
the articles in her arms she rapidly
retraced her steps. and as the youn .
man came to consciousness he saw a
not unbeautiful girl standing on a
chair holding tiny pot above the gas
Jet. She smiled down at him a genu-
ire comforting smile.
Hot milk in q minute. Toasted
crackers and a mite of cheese. How
does that sound?" Her voice sound.
ed merrily in the room and the man
answered the smile with a wan eff
| fort.
ut smells better" came the whis-
per from the bed.
And it tasted equally good as Bet
81 held his head and fed him the
Drowned biscuit dipped in the warm
milk. The man slept and Betsy tip
toed from the room. Mrs. Slattery
mounted guard in the hall with
AD"iiiS vi uuuy NlSliduce.
His room rent be behind" Evil
IDENTIFY in Mrs. Slattery's makeup
there was no trace of that impelIing
force which had governed Betsy's
spontaneous act of loving kindness.
She looked into her meaSer purse,
wearing out at the corners.
"Will a dollar on account be salts
factoIyT she asked. The bill was
rendered and accepted in silence and
Betsy returned to her room, supper.
less and happy. AS she crept into
bed she shifted the alarm clock. II
registered awakening at half past i've.
The hour thus gained next MORN
ing was devoted to assisting her new
ly acquired ward With a promise 10
the man who lay weak and inert to
stop in on her way home from work
in the evening, she turned to go.
why are YOU so good TO me!' he
questioned her.
"Why doubt the motive?" by in
terrogation she answered.
PreOccup;ed with her thoughts, Bet
sy failed TO be annoyed as she was
jostled about on street and car by
thrOngs Fastening to work. Morning
duties were fulfilled in like subcon-
scious fashion. for mind was helping
the lad lying i'll and helpless in the
hot bedroom. Noon was sounded by
sirens over the weltnring city as Bet.
sy passed the music counter of Til
den's, Inc, on her way out of the
store for luncheon H. r&ucous tones
sang the sOnS-booster through his bril-
liantly colored mcgaphonc. which he
turned alternately TO right ana left
so that all might hear:
'When our Ship O. Dreams comes in,
dear,
When its cargo comes to shore,
With gold so fine. it will all be thine.
You alone | adore"
Betsy smiled rs she recalled the
first occasion when she had heard the
words and sacrificed the precious min
utes of her luncheon period to hear
the end of the lyric
"When our vessel comes sailing back,
dear
Laden with wealth all for you,
Then Wen marry; no need to tarry.
When our Ship, our Ship O. Dreams
comes true
She caught up rhe Hitting. catchy
melody and the easy. rolling words.
and ate her luncheon with the tune
in her head. Anxious for six o'clock,
the afternoon flew quickly by and
closing time found her huryins 20
ward her boarding house with thou
sands Of other souls. all c,oSeted uo id
their own little worlds OF personal in-
terest. Mechanically she bought the
evening paper and mechanically read
the usual run of news and equally
mechanically turned toward the claSS;-
fed section in search for the always
possible, but never probable, better
job" Her eye drifted TO the adjoia-
ing column of Personals" attracted
possibly by the words, "Ship o
Dreams" They seemed 10 pursue her
this day. The man seated to her right
hummed with heavy breath. when
our Ship o Dreams comes sailing II,
dear"
Betsy read:
Royalties awaiting Leonard Suit
cliffe. Information wanted as TO pres
ent whereabouts OF composer III
Ship O Dreams Phone Popular
Music Co"
Betsy gasped. Could 1t really be
so wonderfully romantic! 1t was
more than food she brought him.
Are you Leonard Sutcliffe?' she
asked as she entered the room and
smiled to see him seated in the chair
He nodded with surprise and looked
at the newspaper she laid in his Jap.
"Then your Ship o Dreams has
come to port. Captain Singlng-Man."
Betsy announced and picked out the
stopper of the milk bottle with The
tine of fork.
A wonderful light danced I'm his
eyes. "Good Samaritan, it's our Ship
o. Dreams, isn't it?"
And over tho foo Stod GRO okarc Dat