The Raymer enterprise., 1920-12-02

to ride back to the city with her silly
daughter. Mr.. Martin had stern
though kindly words for his girl. and
would not consent TO remain to dinner.
when John would be home. Mary
bade him an affectionate goodbye.
Two silent parents returned to their
mansion alone, and their eyes were
blurred.
Mary's days were keenly and frankly
lived. On Sundays John wrote verses.
She remembered the night she had
gone 70 him. and laughed little at
that early idea Of love. which had
seemed so complete. Now she knew
II had been but 4 guess at the wide
sweeping truth. Summer warmth
raced full through her body. Her
arms grew round, and she breathed
more deeply. The cosmic life and
beauty that were herself, Mary Lev.
ington. blossomcd now.
In September. when the yellow
erassh0ppers danced zIgZag across the
scorched grass, and the sun ripened
the apples In the orchard around
Dowagiac, Mary began to breathe for
two. An overwhelming devotion pos.
sessed John Levington-hls sacrament.
The flood OF his desire seemed TO have
reached the sea. and he lost himself
In alteration. He asked for nothing
trying only to serve. TO smooth the
way for his beloved and the coming
Of her child.
Sometimes she would say 70 him:
"John. almost believe l feel his pres
ence, our w-comer-somebody so
friendly and brave. His personality"
And John would nod quickly, tlmid.
ly. without speaking, for the miracle
was beyond his understanding, and the
path OF the gentle newcomer was not
all clear to him. A thousand lovely
gifts he had in mind for Mary and
her guest, but he could not buy them.
There was the lowly but important
matter of coal 10 burn. first to be pur.
chased. His department In the fac
tory had filed the warehouses, and
the men were laid OF. There were
many cold sIttlng.rooms In Dowagac,
many chill stoves; and In February
John was no better provided than his
comrades. The grocer had way OF
asking for payment. courteous Sab
bath-hound that he was. until he got
1t; but his wagon stopped no more In
front Of the Lc'ington's. John cut
down shade-tree for fuel to keep
Mary warm, and the neighbors were
good to her until he got out Of Jail.
where he went because unable to pay
the fine. Then he approached her
parents.
The new butler remembered lnstruc.
tions and carried them out.
There Is no one to receive you,
SIR"
II am out of work, and my wife
needs some things. thought. per-
haps-"
"You have been In jail, sir"
YES" said John. "Will you let me
have a word with Mrs. Martini"
mo, SIR"
"But my wife is In need Of so many
things and a baby is coming. I'm NOT
asking for myself. II you won't let
me come In, you'll tell Mrs. Martin
for me?"
A buzzer sounded within the house.
"Good-day. SIR" The butler had
turned to answer the summons.
you'll take the message?" cried
John. The door clicked shut In his
face.
Before taking the train for Dowa.
giac. he sent short letter to Mary's
father.
In the little stove town again. he
trod through the fresh snow. The
chimney Of his cottage was crested
white, and no smoke was there. Mary
was In her room. She had gone to
bed to keep warm. Clustered about
her. wrapped In shawls were the
neighbor women, huskily commiserat.
Ing. They turned accusing eyes upon
John as he entered. Somehow they