Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-03-20

she murmured, IL think I'm Begin
ming to understand some OF your
fury that day in the woods. It's all
u great mystery. but I'm sure you
didn't intend 10 be $3.50 terrible.
oh, my dear, IL we had only con-
tinued TO be the good friends we
started out TO be, perhaps you'd let
me help You now. For what good Is
money II one can not help ones
dear friends in distress?' Stili, /
know you wouldn't let me help you.
for pen OF your stamp can not Dor
row from a woman, no matter how
desperate their need. And yet--you
only need paltry fifty thousand
dollars!"
Shirley carried to bed with her
that night the woes OF the Cardi-
gans and In the morning she tele-
phoned MORA McTavish and invited
the latter to lunch with her at home
| that noon. When MORA came, Shir-
ley saw that she had been weeping.
MY poor NIoira," she said, put
ting her arms af-fnd her visitor.
"What has happened TO distress
you? There, there, dear! Tell me all
about IT,"
Moria laid her head on Shirley's
shoulder and sohhed for several min
utes Then, ITS Mr. Bryce" she
walled. Hes so unhappy. Some
things happened: they're going to
sell Cardigan's redwooe,s: and they
don't want to. Just before I left the
Office, Mr.. Bryce came in--and stood
a moment looking-at me--so trasi-
cally IL asked him what had hap
pened. Then he patted my cheet--oh
| know I'm just one of his response
bilities-and said, Poor MORA! New
er any lnck!' and went into his
private office. ! waited little and
then | went in, too: and Miss
Sumner. he had his head down on
lis desk, and when | touched his
head. he teached up and took my
hand and held it end laid his
cheek, against il n little whiie-and
oh; his cheek was wet. It's cruel of
God--to make him-unhappy. Hes
good. And-oh. love him so, Miss
Shirley, I love him so-and he'll
never know. I'm lust one Of his--re
sponsihiiities, you know: and |
shouldn't presume. But nohodv-has
ever been kind TO me hut Mr.. Bryce
and you. And can't help loving
people who are kind-and gentle to
Tobodios." ,r
Mo'ra's story-her con fession of
love. so tragic because so homeless
Ht'rred Shirley deeply She seated
herself in front of Moira and cupped
her chin in her palm
"oh course dear" she said. "vou
couldn't possibly see anybody Won
'"v'" "uffer so and not feel dread
- = out it. And when a man like
= GO cardigan is struck down. he's
NJ to present rather a tragic and
helpless figure. He wanted sympathy
Noira-woman's> sympathy. and it
was dear of You to give it to him."
I'D "lady die for him." MORA an
swered simply. ooh. Miss Shirley
you don't know him the way we who
work for him do. II you did. you'd
love him. too. You couldn't helm If
Miss Shirley"
Tell me about his trouSle Mora =
" think it's money. Hes been tor
riniv worried for long time, and
I'm afraid things aren't going right
with the business. II hurts them ter
r'bly to have to sell the Valley of
the Giants. but they have to: Colo
rel Pennington Is the only one who
would consider buying 1t; they don't
want him to have it-and still they
have to sell to him, Mr.. Bryce saws
his father has lost his courage at
last. and oh, dear, things are in such
mess. Mrs Bryce started to tell mo
all about ft-and then he stopped
suddenly and wouldn't say another
word" ~
Shirley smiled. She thought she
understood the reason for that. How
ever, she did not pause to speculate
on it, since the crying need of the
present was the distribution of a raw
OF sunshine to broken hearted MORA.
silly she chided. how needless
ly you are grieving! You say nv
uncle has declined to buy the Valley
of the Giants"
MORA nodded.
My uncle doesn't know what he's
| TALKING about, MORA I'll see that he
does buy it. What price are the Car
digans akking for it now"
Well. Colonel Pennington has Of
fered them a hundred thousand dol
lars for it time and again, but last
night he withdrew that offer. Then
they named a price of fifty thou
sand and he said he didn't want 1t at
ALL"
He needs It, and it's worth every
cent of hundred thousand to him,
MORA. Don't worry, dear. He'll buy
1T, because I'll make him, and he'll
buy 1T immediately; only you must
promise me not to mention q single
word of what I'm telling You to
Bryce Cardigan, or in fact, to any
body. Do you promise?"
MORA seized Shirley's hand and
then," Shirley continued That mat
ter is adjusted. and now wen all be
happy. Cheer up, dear, and remem-
Der that some time thfs afternoon
you're going to see Mr.. Bryce smile
again, and perhaps there went be Sc
much Of cloud over his smile this
time"
When Mora returned to the office
of the Cardigan Redwood Lumber
company. Shirley rang for her maid.
Bring me my motor coat and hat,
Thelina," she ordered, "and telephone
for the limousine" She seated her
self before the mirror at her dressS
ing table and busted her adorable
nose with a powder-paff. "Mr.
'Smarty Cardigan she murmnred
7 happily you walked rough -shod
over my pride. didn't you? Placed
me Under an obligation II could never