The central record. (Lancaster, Ky.) 18??-current, 1922-08-03
A Real
Scourdrel
D, CLARA pziArlrLp

COP usht ibsg Weston N.ts 4gsr tnlsn
Mute. with hands .trrtci.-i forth 10
helpless appeal. the freud ~ hts be-,
hood stood before the m.ll.uulir. WIN.
smoking a cigar. looked back "a lin.
Ills boyhuud friend, what rr.ulIr,.
ii"us came over han no tic tllnuEht
lie aud nill Jones had played aud
fought together u'-i their dogs.
plundrrrd apple orchards. swan lu
! Toe creek. loved tlr ,tm- gIrl And
nuw nill Jones was prunIless AMI
be- had millions
IIr glanced about hts lofty halls.
ana bis ewes Tell IN fnruway haurr.
standing 10y the door tie bc,kuned.
and the ngurr approached II was the
butler.
lie nodded. and the butler. Selling
the visitor by the arm. Kicked him out
of the roum.
Miserable man. eau nothing touch
your hearty whispered R.morSr
Nope" answered the millionaire
lie went cut u wH- CtststmaS
day and i"ccy nakrs were s"fiiy fan
Ing from the skies Far IN wns the
sound ~ church bells ringing nc
strobe on till d. came To- small frame
building In poor part ~ the town
Without Knocking. be went ln. ~,
side u wrctrhrd nrr 81 cual stolen
from the railroad tracks snt a thin
shivcring. agrd woman With cill.
hluins She was widow She turned
her haggurd face con him
Culdly be- presented her with n ia
Ter headed. "Murtgngs S2t13p"
81" shuddrr~d and rui~,'d her arms
urp.alIngly above her hvBd Coldiy
D." points-i toward the duur. and with
n,rricd face she cr-p' uui into the
snow iu her thin slippers
wretch have you NO pityf" whl-
perrd the houied r-urr ~ bis side
Nope. not b.t" be- answered
Upon grave Ia Tho little old fash.
I"uri crmrfer, rgur. rrclined
naked Loo the falling snow II turned
mournful face on him II was O.
boz o. uy upon It- masters grave
The grave WIS mot OIL, own. but in
fhr rvuh-runrr 90 his sroundrriism De
Kicked the faithful beast Iu 90. hind
quarters
a mournful yelr r-s'undrd through
th, deserted chur,h,ard
"Still hardl sim pdIl,>sr' whIs.
pervd Ecmorsr See what I. prepared
Tor YOU. Ubiquitous man. no home
\ woman ,'ood hrfur,. h.s door flc.
INK Jenkins No., butler. who held ur
Il rli imr-riurhublc hand She W..
q slight s.rl,.h figure. with thin. gold
en- hair that icll about her s.riI,h face
Her hsurr was rirll.h too In hrr
arms she carried little 1Irl who
siirr.d pitc"usly as She slumbcr,d
Both we're Wet through with the fall
ng snow. which melted very quickly
The girii,h ngur, held ont her arms
In suppllrutiou Ills wife Turned
from hls doors because size had burned
the bacon
Forgive me Take me back l
will put more fat iu a.. pan next
time"
The scuunduri read this In her mute
appeal lie raised his fuut and
spurned her With despairing grs
lure she threw up her arms. caught
her baby on the bounce and tutterrd
cut into the snow
Monster, 1, YOUR heart adamautY"
Missed the s"pul,hral companion 81
his adventures
Il dunno" answered the million
ulre.
lie went into his palaiial hall and
snt down before his nrr. How pleas
ant II was In thai well lighted ruom
Expensive books covered the walls
rugs 81 incalculnblc value were tossed
rarrl,ssiy about everywhere Each
piece uf furniture was either mahor
any or satiuwupd
\ figure drew near n was The hut
Irr Spsrrul,ss with emotion. Jenkins
drew forth piece 90 paper on which
be had written his thoughts
Il have served YOUR gwndfuih-r.
,our great grandfather and your
great great grandfather faithfully for
seventy nine wears" the scuundrrl
read Likewise your father aud your.
self liut unless you forgive that poser.
crrlns woman. must leave your serN.
lee on the l5ih pruN."
With r"nfrmptuuus gesture the
>cuundrrl picked ~ piece uf coal
and HUNK IL ~ the faithful ODD srr,l
TOR. who fell. stunned. into the IRE
place
can nothing touch your viii.
per,d the hooded figure ~ his side.
"No. Mary my dear" answered the
scuundrrl. rising Not while we'rr
working un this million dollar produc
ton. chop IN i've hundred feet 90
that msI scene Tompk inson. and