Rockingham post-dispatch. [volume] (Rockingham, N.C.) 1917-1965, 1920-02-19
THE PROBLEM
BY JULIA A. ROBINSON.
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20 1929. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate


ner small room in lodging house. She
was tired, and little discouraged, for
the day had been hard one. She
stopped on the first floor to pay the
rent FOR the following week, for she
might oversleep in the morning and
NOT nave time to see the landlady be-
fore going to work; then she would
run the risk Of losing her room. She
always cringed when she paid out
those precious dollars; it took 20 long
TO earn them, and so much hare work !
Then it was that the great blow came.
From now on it'll be so cents more
a week." announced the landlady,
dandy, not noticing the shock to the
girl. "Everything's gone up" she went
on.
Nanette gasped, but dared not say
a word. How often she had heard that
same story. "Everything's gone up"
dreading the result. Now it had come,
and what was she to do? Had not
things gone up for her as well? Who
was to help her on her expenses? She
mad no one to fall back upon and de-
mand more money of them to meet the
high prices for everything she must
buy. 1t was the way they all did, and
she dared not protest.
YEARLY the girl paid the extra half
dollar and mounted the stairs to her
lodgings. Somehow, the little room that
she had tried to make beautiful with
her own simple bric-a-brac, had lost its
attraction for her. 1t no longer looked
homelike. She sank into a chair and
burst into tears. Everything looked
dark before her. 81 don't know what
I'm going to do! she walled. II was
paying the limit before. shall have to
go without Clothes"
How could she pay the rent and have
enough to eat to keep her health on
her small salary? They would turn her
of if she complained. The world was
very cruel. What was the use of liv-
ing, anyway?
An hour later John came. He had
not called for long time and Nanette
was afraid he had forgotten. She
frightened up, brushed the tears from
her face, and went down to meet him,
Perhaps he would take her to the mov-
les; that would help her to forget.
But John was not thinking of the
movies. They walked out to the river
bank. Moonlight streamed across the
river. Passers-by chated gaily, but
John was glum and silent, not at all
like himself.
"NO, I'm not going to the movies ="
he growled, when Nanette dared the
suggestion. Couldn't stand 'em to-
nightw
"Why not? What ais you, John?
thought you liked the movies"
How can you expect q hungry man
to enjoy the movies or anything else"
he grOaned.
Hungry? Why, John, you're not
hungry, really"
"Yes, am"
But didn't you have your supper?
What's the matter with your
Matter enough, I should say" he
stOrmed, when man can't get a de.
cent meal anywhere in the city! You
pay all creation and don't get what's
fit to eat, and not half enough Of 1t.
I'm tired Of it,"
ooh, John. it's too badw she SYM
pathized. 81 was down In the dumps,
too, when you came because Mrs.
Stokes has raised my rent, and every
thing costs so much. I confess l 20
hungry myself sometimes. What are
we going to do with such prices?"
John whistled. "Thats the problem,
and hard one, too"
They sat silent for long time star
ing at the ground, too much cast down
to talk. Suddenly John asked: "Can
you make an omelette, Nanette?"
Nanette laughed. "Why, I used to
make them at home. I think l could
now. If I had fresh eggs, and stove
to cook them on"
sand little house to put the stove
in," he added. "That's just it, Nanette,
it's a home We need. What's the use of
dragging on in this way, paying out all
your money and having nothing to
show for it. Let's go to housekeeping,
you and I. Well have little house
somewhere where we can keep few
hens and have few green things
growing to eat. We can save money,
have good time-and have enough to
eat at least !"
He had grown enthusiastic, but Nam
cite was silent. She had never imag.
ined being wooed in quite that way. It
seemed very practical and homely,
just to be thinking of eating. She
wanted love and romance-but then,
John was hungry and she pitied him.
Yet she would not yield at once. Her
woman's coquetry came to her aid.
"Oh, you want me Just for your cook,
do your" she retorted. Cant you hire
some one else for cook, John?"
He saw the fun lurking in her eyes,
and began to understand. "There
I'm brute" he cried. II confess this