Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1921-07-15
N Rtalie's Misplaced
Sympathy
BY LILLIAN H. CROWLEY

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pointed girl. She had been 80 truly in
love With Paul Lester, and now every
thing was over between them forever
She never would love any one else,
never could owe him again. Perhaps
1t wa 3 just as well to find u that he
was IA dictatorial brute. Brute? Yes,
he was a brute to intimate that she
twas a selfish butterfly who didn't
care for her fellow beings. He could
go on. with his old philanthropy for all
of heF. She didn't interfere when he
spent lots of his time in the slums-
but why should he think she ought to
spend. her time there?
OF course, be didn't say just exactly
that, but it was what he meant. She
was taking part in the bridge tourna-
ment; and couldn't go and see the
woman he asked her to visit when he
had gone out Of town.
OF course, everybody wal sorry for
poor people!
Anyway, she would show him that 1t
wasn't anything wonderful to be called
a philanthropist. She'd show him that
h could do just as good work in that
way las anybody. Not that she wanted
to plncate him; she didn't; but just to
show him. Then, when she had lone a
lot OF good work he could come to
her on Bonded knees begging her for
given ess, and she wouldn't grant it.
She never could love Paul again!
Natalie had no distinct plan for go
ing cut into the world as a humanita-
rian, but she would find a way. She
lay cn the couch, moody and unhappy.
She knew her heart was broken and
there was no use In anything. Still,
n thing remained-she would show
Paul. Her pride demanded that.
Natalie, DEAR" said her mother,
coming into the room dressed for the
street, 81 have just had a disappoint-
mentt. Mrs. Smith cannot help me at
the Women's club this afternoon, and
I AM forced to call upon you"
Natalie's first impulse was to refuse
TO go, then-'Why, yes, mother, I'll
help you. What is itT'
1--WE are having Mr.. Fleming, the
director of music in the public schools,
give demonstrations with the children
of the work taught in the schools. /
need you to take charge of the groups
Of children and start them to the plat
form in their turn"
Natalie wen with her mother and
before she realized it she was intensely
interested. Then she spied a little boy,
about sever years of age, with the
most beautiful face she had ever seen.
He was wonderful. He was like a
young st. John. He kept perfect time
and sang with unusual intelligence.
Tears came to her eyes when she no
ticed his clothes. he had on the vest
and trousers of a suit several sizes too
large for him; his shirt sleeves were
rolled up to the elbow, his trousers
reached to the floor, and be wore no
coat.
"Poor little fellow" she thought,
'hoE he must suffer to go dressed so
g~rotesquely when all the other little
boys in his class are dressed In good
taste. His people must be very poor
and these clothes are handed down
from an older brother. I'll buy him a
suit myself! I'll take charge Of him
and see that he gets the right things
to wear while he is so little"
Her heart filed with joy at the
thought Of helping the lear little fell
low She ran to the teacher who had
charge of the class and asked his name
and address.
She had t o leave before the class
had finished, to keep an appointment.
But she thought constantly Of the boy.
The next morning she started of
to find the place where the boy lived.
She was surprised when she again
read the address, for it was In a very |
good part Of town. "There may be
some old rundown houses there" she
thought.
She could hardly believe her eyes
when she saw the home. 1t was al
most a mansion. She compared the
number over the door with the number
of the address on the card given her
by the teacher. They were the same.
There was only one thing to do
go Up and inquire. The door was
opened by a maid in embroidered cap
and apron.
Can you tell me where I may find
the parents Of little Bernard Id
moges?"
''This is Mr.. Peter Limoges resi-
dence, madam"
"But the poor little boy? Does he
live in the neighborhood?"
Master Bernard Limoges lives
here. He is In school now. Would
you like to see his mother? She Is
In"
You don't understand. I am not
looking for any one here I am only
inquiing for a poor boy. See, this is
his name and address," Natalie
showed the card to the puzzled maid
A beautiful young woman came into
the hall and said to Natalie: