Woman's enterprise., 1921-08-19
A business transaction Of much

tention; ringing for his office BOY ne
directed him to send trusty messen-
ger boy to him at once.
Gallagher knew the president was
and nervous so he decided
to call the new boy, he had only been
employed a few days before, but he
had noticed the boys alert attention
to business and knew he could be
trusted.a
John Rollins had heard the other
boys talking in guarded whispers Of
the Boss, and was really glad he was
called to carry his message.
With a bright look of interest he
came into the office, taking off his
cap, his brown curls, of which he had
always been little ashamed, fell
around his face and with the sweet
smile that always won him a friend,
he approached the desk.
~ am ready for your message,
Sir," he said.
Richard Harrington, very much to
Johns surprise and dismay did not
answer him but sat and stared at
him like one in a trance, finally the
words came with difficulty. "Boy,
who are you?" he asked.
"I am the new messenger boy en-
ployed few days ago." he said, "but
really can take your message for /
have been all over the city many times
since l came and feel know it WE'LL
"Since you came; where from, my
boy?"
"From way out in Oklahoma, Sir
Richard Harrington sprang to his
feet in amazement.
"Your name boy, tell me- he cried
excitedly.
"My name is John Rollins, Sir; my
father died year ago and / came
here to find work. I hope have not
offended you, Sir" he added timidly
"Your mother, who was she?" ask
ed Mr.. Harrington through stiff lips.
"My mother Mr.. Harrington is sa'
rah Rollins, just plain, hard work
ing woman, but my mother and l are
working to make a home for her here
with me-"
Mr.. Harrington, with his face bur
led in his hands sat so quietly thai
the ticking Of his watch could b
heard distinctly.
"Your message, Sir" timidly ven
tured John.
20, yes, my boy, l had forgotten
this is a very important matter ant
the answer should reach me righ
away; report to me personally a
soon as you get back"
Those eyes, that wonderful, peculia'
smile, how did this strange boy will
mother come to look so much like hi
the plain name and hard workin,
dead wife? From Oklahoma too, al
so strange. This must be investi
gated, then harsh laugh startle'
even Richard Harrington himself
"Oh, well, just another illusion, t.
carry me on like a Will-OlThe- WisE
to end in another disappointment
haven't l erected a monument to m
lost boy, and haven't I buried the re
membrance Of his rougish face s
deeply in my heart that I can not le
him rest?"
A knock at the door soon after, an
the bright face of John was see
again.
"Your answer, Mr.. Harrington"
"Sit down, John, did you say?"
eyes Sir, my mother said it mean
sent of Cod"
"What part of Oklahoma are vo
from?"
John described the country, tn
school and his home. while the banke
sat and listened with intense inter
est.
"Did your mother ever tell you Q
great storm that swept that pa,
of the country in the days when, pei
haps, you were baby?"
John laughed heartily, "Excuse m
Sir, but my mother counts the begir
ming Of time from that storm;
seems Mr.. Harrington. it seems sh
began to take new vision Of life a
she always remarks. The storm wa
terrible for some, but it did me onl
good. often asked her why sh
| said that and she would remarl
Some day you will know but sh
never laughed when she said that.
"When are you going home agai
boy?"
"That rests with you, Mr.. Harrine
ton. would like to see my mother
assure you."
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