Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-04-08
Must
: the
Woman
Aluays
Pay?
And before that?'

You must have been somewhere.
We're you living with your parents p
."Ain't got no parents as I knows
Every we'll, then. Where were you i?
You cant lose anything by telling me
the, truth. and you may lose q good
deal by refusing to tell me anything"
cover her nervousness. IAN right,
then. / was in the Lady Margaret
'ome for the Daughters o. Convicks.
An now you've got 4, Grace. That's
me family skelington."
JarrOman nodded grimly.
III you come from the One" cried
Nell with sudden apprehension. 'you
cant do nothin'. cos I'm over age"
"Pve told you once that I've not
come to do you any harm,' said Jar.
roman sternly.
Then wot ave you come for?"
asked the girl.
He Telegraphs for Theed
Jarroman looked at her long. Her
demand that he should explain his
presence could not fairly be denied.
the full truth.
i've come to see you about your
father" he said evasively.
'My father! Wot, IL o alive
the mean. skulkin' 'ound?"
Yes. he is alive" said Jnrroman.
whether he Is mean. skulking
hound. / don't know-you are entitled
to your opinion. But your father has
certain amount Of money, and he Is
anxious, to make amends to you for
his neglect"
'"Tell lin not to 'urry 'isself." said
Nell. II could "a done with a father
. few years back. but I amt no uss
for one now. Tell i'm from me to give
his money, to a sky pilot-he'll need
one with is conscience
"Do you know your father was i'm.
prisoned for twenty years-that he
only came out n few months ago."
asked Jarroman.
He was surprised at the look of con-
sternatiOn that came into the girls
face.
Jest like me-" she exclaimed bit.
terly. Corn and put me blinkin' foot
In 1t first off. But 'ow was I to know
If you didn't tell me?'
Quite so," said Jarroman. There
Is nothing to be sorry about"
-, What did e get twenty stretch for?
r. must ave been n bad 'un."
'Manslaughter," replied Jarroman.
He tried to escape twicc-that's why
Pore ole dad. exclaimed Nell. her
eyes filed with tears. and Jarroman
gasped Mt the facile sentimcntalty of
mister. an let's ave a look at 'im."
Yes" said Jarroman thoughtfully.
you shall meet your father soon. Bu'
you thought ! was n furniture man or
something. Are you in debt?''
Aw, nothin' to speak Of" replied
the girl, You don't want to take no
notice O. that"
"Well. while I am making the ar.
ranGcments for you to meet your father.
!-he--wOuld not like TO think of your
being hard up. On this account you
must let me make you small ad-
As he spoke he took his note case
from his pocket. He did not wish TO
give her too much Mt the start. 50 hand. |
ed her five pound nOts and three cur.
rency notes.
THAT will make things comfortable
for the next few days. I think" he
said.
- Ere, YOU amt kiddin' 2" demand.
cd Nell. "Iou really mean me to take
this money-and it's me fathers
money. mind? You can take your af-
tidavit on that?"
VI CourSe, SHlu JnffOman. on
don't imagine that I'm going to pay
even eight pounds for the pleasure of
paying practical joke on you, do
YOU"
''Golly. me dreams come true" cx-
claimed the girl. "No offense, mister.
but there's all sorts abaht."
Jarroman was making for the door.
"I'll come and see you again in n
lay or two he repeated. and without
waiting for the girls reply thrust him
self out of the cottage.
The next thing he remembered was
lailing taxi in the Waterloo road
He gave his address mechanically. His
brain vas seething.
Reaching his fiat. he locked himself
n his study and refused to come oct
or dinner. For hours he sat silent
while the daylight faded. Wher dark +.
less came he did not switch on thc1
light.
"My daughter"
1hoked by Hatred
The Lady Margaret Home for tho
Daughters of Convicts. the factory. and
he slum had done their deadly work.
The girl he had seen might be a dozen
'ood things-honest, courageous. vir-
nous; hut she was his daughter. and
he had been thrust into an alien class
" the hand of John Camden.
Gone now that treacherOus pity for
<adia's youth and grace that had led
lin to daily with his purpose-gone.
into the garbage of Huckster's
Row. Gone that ridiculous respect for