Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-08-19

the first surgeon in the Massachu-
sets Bay Colony was Vinton? That
our family has produced a long list
OF men who have been social, polit-
ical and intellectual leaders in New
England 2"
. Hers has produced hardy pion-
eers-men, as l have told you, who
have hewn the forests. titled the
soil. built the stone walls of New
England and battled with the ocean.
She's inherited visor of mind and
body from them. and faith and 10y
atty, and the kindness of her min
istering hands. Somewhere in the
Rig Veda 1t says that the up gather
ed waters Of the ages shall be pour
ed IN floods of blessing on the arid
plain. to lose themselves once more
In the shining sea. That's the way
look upon this woman. Her
strength, patience, and courage will
give new vigor to our stock. That's
why I've chosen her."
so, them demanded Eliot, with a
note of relief in his voice-"so, then,
1t is merely a eugenic proposition?
Mistaken as you are. that is your
motive? You do not really love hep"
Il do love her, but wouldn't have
loved her if she hadn't been as I'm
describing her. Now do you under
stand?"
Me- answered the old shipmaster
YEARLY. Il do not understand In
our own class, surely, there are wom-
en- of good blood, of vigor and at
tainments, who would have served
the same ends and in addition"
It's no use talking, father" inter
~upted Bradford. Il love her, and
I'm going to marry her. My word is
pledged. and that settles lit"
For a long minute Eliot Vinton
gazed at his son with eyes wherein
smoldered the anger he had tried to
quell.t Then all at once he de-
handed:
What is the name of this per-
son 2"
Sylvia Alden"
"Ah, Sylvia Alden. And she lives
somewhere in the exclusive purlieus
of the North End?"
she lives in East Boston, in a
very good and pleasant home of her
own"
Il see! A mission hanger-on,
believer"
"She sings once or twice week
in mission" explained Bradford,
holding his increasing anger with
something of an effort. That's only
an incident. however. She has reg
ular work, lots of it, more than any
three women ought to do. She works
like slave, earning her own living,
helping to support her aunt and to
keep her brother in school, and also
paying off a lot of old debts. What
moe do you want as guarantee of
uprightness?
Briefly he recounted Sylvia's many
activities. while Eliot listened with
indifference. At mention of the sail
loft, however, the old shipmaster
leaned forward with frowning brows.
Whats that? She works for
Cordwain & McCutcheon?" he de-
manded.
Yes. Why?"
What was her fathers name ?
was II David Alden!"
yes. 1t was" answered Bradford,
astonished. You didn't know him,
did you?"
ITO my sorrow, yes" said Eliot
bitterly. Very much indeed to my
sorrow. This caps the climax,
Bradford. Not only do you want to
marry working woman. but you
choose the daughter of one of my
former employes-and such an en-
ploye! Naturally, she never told
you about it?"
NO" admitted Brpdford.
Il do not wonder! She showed
her wisdom in concealing so damag-
ing fact. Let this be gauge of
he- whole character"
I What damaging fact?" Bradford
demanded, peering keenly at his
father, as If to penetrate some ruse
Whats damaging about her father
having worked for you?"
He cheated me out of some four
thousand dollars, that is all" said
Eliot. note of triumph in his voice.
He cheated you? How 500" de-
manded the young man, his mind in
confusion. "Sylvias father cheated
you?"
The old shipmaster nodded in af-
firmation.
TT Is susceptible of proof" he said.
ut is matter of record; you need
not take my word for it, tho my
word has never yet needed any COR
roboration. David Alden was one of
my captains, in the coastwise trade.
He had ambitions; looked above his
proper station in life. Wanted 10
become capitalist, or something of
that SORT"
What them"
well, he saved his wages, and
bought share in one of my ships
the Edmeta; a six-masted schooner,
launched at Bath in 1898. Three
years ago last November he lost the
schoone.-piled her up on Rum Reef
in snow storm. He and his wife,
who was aboard, went down; but not
the girl-more's the pity!"
See here, father"
Keep still! He had paid me only
$1,000. There remained $4,000 due
me. Insurance was underwritten by
two companies. He had let his share
run out. The details are too compli-
Gated to give now; but when the
thing was settled lost a little more
than $4,000
And how much does Sylvia owe
you nowe" Bradford demanded point
blank, as a sudden understanding
dawned on him. How much has she
paid you already, by the sweat of
her brow? You, you worth vour
half million or so, l believer.
what do you mean, sir?" de-