The Washington times., 1920-06-28

released in a Paramount-Ar
(Cs.tisseS frs. Yesterday
"Things-writing-readins"
do you like SCHOOL,"
yes, sir"
what do you like bestT-
Dancing"
do they teach that? what kind
OF dancing do you learn TO do?''
Fancy dsncing-foik dances. And
! like the little plays that teacher
gets up for us."
"Do you like any other Of your
studies?" he asked dryly.
''Droring.-
Drawing
"Yes. sir" she replied. nushins
painfully.
"oh. so they teach you to draw
Who instructs your"
Miss Grove. She comes every
week. We copy picture cards and
things"
so you like TO draw, Steve"
nodded Clelsnd absently. thinking
OF his only son, who liked 10 write,
and who, God willing would have
every chance TO develop his bent in
life. Then. still thinking OF his only
son. he looked up into the gray eyes
OF this little stranger.
As fate would have il. she smiled
at him. And. looking at her in
silence he felt the child-hunger
gnawing in his heartfelt IL, and
for the frst time, vaguely surmised
what IL really was that had so long
allied him.
But the idea. OF course, seemed
hopeless. impossibl~ 1t was not
fair to his only son. Everything
that he had was his son's-eyery-
thing he had to give-care, gym
pathy. love. worldly possessions.
These belonged to his son alone.
Are you happy with these kind
people. Steve?" he asked hastily.
Yes. sir"
But though his conscience should
have instantly acquitted him. deep in
his lonely heart the child-hunger
gnawed. unsatisfed. IL only there
had been other children OF his
own-younger ones to play with, to
have near him In his solitude, to
cuddle, to caress, to fuss over as he
and his dead wife had fused over
/ their only baby
"Stever
sir"
you are sure you will be quite
happy here?"
"Yes. sir"
would YOU" A pause; anad
again he looked up into the child S
face. and again she smiled.
steve, l never had a little girl
It's funny, isn't it,"
Yes, sir"
A silence.
Would you like TOTO go to a
private school?'
The child did not understand. So
he told her about such schools and
the little girls who went to them.
She seemed deeply interested: her
gray eyes were clear and sriously
intelligent, and very, very intently
fixed on him in the effort to follow
and understand what he was say
ing.
He told her about other children
who lived amid happy surround
ings; what they did. how they were
cared for, schooled. brought up;
what was expected of them by the
world-what was required by the
world from those who had had ad-
vantages OF a home, of training, OF
friends. and OF an education. He
was committing himself with every
word, and refused to believe IT.
At times he paused to question
her. and she always nodded seri-
ously that she understood.
But this" he added smilingly,
"you may not entirely comprehend.
steve; that such children, brought
up as l have explained to you. owe
the human race debt which Is
never Cancelled" He was talking
to himself now. more than to her:
voicing his thoughts: feeling his
way toward the expression of a
philosophy which he had heretofore
only vaguely entertained.
The hope OF the world lies in
such children. steve" he said. THE
world has a right to expect serv-
ice from them. You don't under
stand, do you?"
Her wonderfully clear eyes were