Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1920-02-27
nd hypnotlcally Mrs. Slattery

the articles In her arms she rapidly
retraced her steps, and as the young
man came to consciousness he saw a
not unbeautiful girl standing on
chair holding a tiny pot above the gas
jet. She smiled down at him a genu-
Inc, comforting smile.
Hot milk In minute. Toasted
crackers and mite Of cheese. How
does that sound?" Her voice sound
ed merrlly in the room and the man
answered the smile with n wan eff
fort.
ut smells BETTER" came the whis-
per from the bed.
And 1t tasted equally good as Bet
sy 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
Dame Grundy vigilance.
Ills room rent be behind" Evil
IDENTIFY in Mrs. Slattery's makeup
there was no trace of that impellirg
force which had governed Betsys
spontaneous act of loving kindness.
She looked into her meager purse,
wearing out at the corners.
"Will q dollar on account be salts
factoryT 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 five,
The hour thus gained next MORN
Ing was devoted to assisting her new
ly acquired ward. With promise TO
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 motiveT by in.
terrogation she answered
Preoccupled 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-
sclous fashion, for mind was helping
the lad lying Ill and helpless in the
hot bedroom. Noon was sounded by
sirens over the welterlng city ms Bet.
sy passed the music counter of III.
den's, Inc, on her way out of the
store for luncheon. In raucOus tones
sang the song-booster through his bril-
liantly colored megaphone, which he
turned alternately TO right and left
so that all might hear:
"When our Ship O. Dreams comes In,
dear,
When It's cargo comes to shore,
With gold so fine, it will all be thine,
You alone adore"
Betsy smiled as 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 well marry; no need to tarry,
When our Ship, our Ship O. Dreams
comes true"
She caught up the lifting, catchy
melody and the easy, rolling words,
and ate her luncheon with the tune
I'm her head Anxious for six o'clock,
the afternoon flew quickly by and
closing time found her hurrylng to-
ward her boarding house with thou
sands of other souls, all closeted up in
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 classl-
fed section in search for the always
possible, but never probable, "better
job" Her eye drlfted to the adjOin-
ing column Of Personals" attracted
possibly by the words, "Shlp o
Dreams" They seemed to pursue her
this day. The man seated to her right
hummed with heavy breath, "When
our Ship o. Dreams comes sailing in,
dear"
Betsy read:
Royalties awaiting Leonard SUIT
clffe Information wanted as to pres
ent whereabouts Of composer OF
Ship o. Dreams Phone Popular
Music Co."
Betsy gasped. Could 1t really be
so wonderfully romantic? II was
more than food she brought him.
"Are you Leonard SutclIffef" 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 lap.
"Then your Ship o Dreams has
come to port, Captain Singing Man"
Betsy announced and picked out the
stopper of the milk bottle with the
tine OF fork.
A wonderful light danced In his
eyes. "Good Samaritan, it's our Ship
o. Dreams, isn't itT
And over the toasted crackers Bet