South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1920-01-18
WHAT MADGE ARRANGED FOR
LILLIAN'S DAUGHTER OVER
THE LONG DISTANCE PHONE.

TIE LONG DISTANCE PHONE.
'Number ?"
Central droned the word sIeepily,
amostt resentfully. It was long past
midnight. but 4 seated at Lillian s.
desk telephone behind the locked
doors Of her wonderful brown toned
library. had no thought OF sleep
For without RI moments delay was
Eutti into execution the plan which
had come To- me for the disposition
OF little Marion during the inevitable
coming trial of her Grandmother
death
Ny home i'm Marvin wasn't safe
place for the little creature even If
there had been anything unusual
there 10 interest her And although
Marion liked me, set I was unused
TO children-hOw the old haunting
pain gripped me at the thought
save US / had dealt with them in my
schOOlroOm. She needed more skill
I'd care than mine. and even as had
realized my own lack the thought
Of the ideal place. the ideal care
had flashed into my mind.
Shandaken, 49, Il. ] said clearly
into the telephone, and as the girl
repeated IL there came 10 me vision
Of the cOsey farmhouse in the Cats
hiU mountains which that telephone
number represented. and the true.
kindly folks it sheltered.
knew that if there was aUy serv-
ice. even 20 life itself which Robert
.Savarin. artist recluse OF that farm
house. could render Lillian. Hege
lady OF his heart, he would count il
his greatest privilege. And during
my stay in the Catskill farmhouse l
had learned so much OF the kindness
and the sterling worth OF the artists
sister. Mrs. Cosgrove. that was sure
Q could count on her Tor tine ming.
ood and unexpected as 50 was. which
D meant TO ask of her.
Marion was extremely fond of
Robert Savarin. This fact stood out
iu my memory OF his visit 10 us.
Aud Mrs. Cosgrove. mother of 2
whole brood OF healthy youngsters.
was just the person TO make the
child forget her grief
The telephone operator seemed un-
Considerably long in getting me the
connection, but at last I heard the
voice of Mr.. Cosgrove. its joviai tones
tempered by the note OF anxiety
hiCh ] knew must accompany an
sfter-midnight telephone message TO
che lonely farmhouse.
This is Cosgrove's Who is this,
pIeaseT''
81 am Mrs Graham. nir Cos
grove"
Mrs. who
Mrs. Graham. Mrs. Richard era
ham. Don't you remember I was
there az the time Mr.. Savarin's paint
lngs were so nearly stolen 90
oh Mrs Graham, OF course.
Yes. Yes. It's Mrs. Graham. mother.
Of New York''-evidently reassur-
ing Mrs Cosgrove And what can
co for youe There's nothing
wrong, ! hope, with you.
Bring Her Here"
-Not with me" I returned prorlpt-
is. but a friend OF Mr.. Savarin's IS
jim de-, p trouble, and wlst tv ask
his aid But / think I would better
speak 90 Mrs. Cosgrove first"
Come on, mother. She wants to
talk TO you"
I hardly waited for Mrs Cos
2rove's rather trembliug greeting
before beginning my story of the
dilemma in which Lillian and
found ourselves concerning little
Marion.
The dear little thing.' she inter-
rupted. before i had completed my
story. "Of course, bring her right
M here I've heard Robert speak
of her so often. and there are two
lovely children boarding here this
summer; they and their parents are
The only people ] have. SO that she
,viu have just enough companion
ship. How can YOU get her here ?'
Madgc Has a Problem
That's just my problem re-
turned. encouraged by her cordial
voice. There are reasons which
make IL impossible for either Mrs
Underwood or myself 20 leave the
city iust now. And she ought 20 set
used 20 YOU ca bit before she goes
away. T was wondering
Father. call Robert her voice
was indistinct. and knew that she
had turned her face from the re-
ea1Tar. The new -~r'@"' it was