The Washington times., 1920-07-02

hlSAAl MaAaAihe NShPah1'f
Continued from Yesterdayo
] Always when he emerged. ashy
gray, blinking, neat. and his iittlc,
burnt-out eyes tragic with the
g hell they looked upon, John Cleland
+. spoke to him as though nothing
Rad happened to interrupt the rout-
Inc OF service. The threads were
+ Ticked up and knotted where they
had been broken: life continued in
it's accustomed order under the Cle-
land roof The master would not
abandon the man: the man con-
3 t'nued to night "a losing tight until
4 beaten. then locked himself away
{ nth the eR'S1y gave mis- broken
: oody and min, few weeks re-
spite. Otherwise. the masters
. faith and trust in this old-time
servant was infinite.
'Moacham?"
sir"
II think-Mrs. would
have approved. Janet thinks So"
Eyes. sir"
"Jou think 30, too"
"Certainly, sir. Whatever you
wished was madame's wish also
Master James is so much away
these days.. / suppose i am
getting old, and"
He suffered Meacham to invest
/. fim with his coat, lifted the lapel
and shifted at the blossom there,
squared his broad shoulders, twist
ed his white muustache.
There was no more attractive
figure on Fifth avenue than Gle
land senior with the bright color
in his cheeks. his vigorous stride
and his attire. so suitable 10 his
fresh skin, sturdy years and bear
ing.
Meacham's eyes were lifted TO
his master, now. They were of the
same age.
"Will you wear black overcoat
or u grey, SIR"
II don't care. I'm going up to
the nursery first. The nursery" he
repeated. with secret thrill at
the word which made him tingle
all over in the sheerest happiness.
THE car, sir?'
First" said Cleland, II must fnd
out what Miss Stephanie wishes
or rather, 1 must decide what !
wish her to do. Telephone the
garage, anyway
There was a silence; Cleland had
walked a step or two toward the
the door, Now. he came back.
"Meacham. | hope ! have done
what was best. On her fathers
side there was good blood; on her
mothers, physical health. .... |
know what the risk Is. But the
character is born in the cradle and
lowered into the grave. The world
merely develops, modifies, or Grip
Piles it. But it is the same charac-
ter I've taken the chance
the tremendous responsibility. .....
1t isn't a sudden fancy--an idle ca
price--it isn't for the amusement of
/ making a fine lady out of Cinder-
ella. | want-a-baby- Meacham.
I've been in love with an imaginary
child for long. long time. Now
she's become real. That's all"
~ understand, sir
YES, you do understand. SO | ask
you to tell me; have l been fair TO
Mr.. james,"
II think so. sir
will he think 50? ! have not told
him of this affair"
YES. sir. He will think what
madame would have thought of
anything that you do" He added
under his breath: "As we all think,
sir
There was a pause, broken abb
ruptly by the sudden quaverinS ap-
peal of Janet at the door once
more:
Mr.. Cleland. TIL young lady is
all over the house, sor. In her pa
jaymis and naked feet, running
wildlike and ondacent--
Clcland stepped to the door:
"Where's that child?
"In the buffers pantry. sor-----
I'm up here" came a clear voice
from the landing above. Cleland,
Janet, and Meacham raised their
heads.
The child, in her pajamas, elbows
on the landing rail, smiled down
upon them through her thick shock
of Furnished hair. Her lips were
applied TO an orifice in an orange;
her slim fingers slowly squeezed the