Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-04-08

anyone?"
This frightful war; Was it going
to attack ever that pathetic little
old woman at Puncher's Farm with
her fumbling hands and her frall
existence centered solely in her son =.
He said, I'm awfuHy sorry, Perch,
Frightfully sorry for your mother
and for you. I'll help you all I can.
It's a funny coincidence but I believe
1 do know just the very girl that
would be what you want"
Young Perch grasped his hand in
delighted relief. "Oh, Sabre, IL you
do / felt you would help"
THE chance I'm thinking about
was hearing only a few days ago.
The works foreman in my office. an
old chap called Bright. He's got
a daughter about eighteen or there
abouts. and 1 was hearing he wanted
to get her into some kind of post
like yours. I've spoken to her once
or twice when she's been about the
place for her father and | took a
tremendous fancy to her. She's as
pretty as a picture. Effie, she's
called. I believe your mother would
take to her no end. And she's just
love your mother"
vi
1t was from Twyning that Sabre
had heard that a post of some sort
was being considered for Efie
Bright. Her father. as he had told
young Perch, was works foreman al
Fortune, East and Sabre's. MIR.
Bright" A massive old man with a
massive, rather striking face hewn
beneath a bald dome and thickly
grown all about and down the
throat with stiff white hair. He was
intensely religious and he had the
deep-set and extraordinarily pene-
trating eyes that frequently denote
the religious zealot.
Extraordinarily that such a sterr
and hard old man should have foi
daughter such a fresh and lovapis
| slip of young thing as his Effie.
Bright Effie. Sabre always called hel
inverting her names MIR. Bright MAJ
a little cupboard called his Office a.
the foot of the main stairway anc
Bright Effie came often to see he
father there. Sabre had spoken Il
her in the little cupboard or jusi
outside it. He had delight in watch
ing the most extraordinary shining
that she had in her eyes.
II was like reading an entertain
ing book, he used to think. and HI
had the idea that humor of tina
rarest kind which is unbounded low
mingled with u~nbounded sense o.
the oddities of life was packed Il
bursting within her.
Some such apprehension of hel
Sabre had expressed to TwyninG
Twyning had given a short laugh
and said, "You seem to have beer
thinking a lot about the fair Effie!'
The kind of laugh and the kline
| of remark that Sabre hated and hi
gave a slight gesture which Twynins
well knew meant that he hated IT.
whats old Bright going to dc
with herr"
HE doesn't quite know. He's al
idea of getting her out as a sort o.
| lady's companion somewhere"
This was what Sabre had remem
bered. and he went straight from
young Perch to Twyning and re
called the conversation.
Twyning said, "Hullo. still inter
ested in the fair Effie?
ITS for young Perch over a
Penny Green I'm asking. For hi
mother. He's a young man"-Saor
permitted his ayes to rest o a mo
ment on Harold, seated at his desl
-"and he feels he ought to join tn.
army. He wants the girl to be wit
his mother while he's away
Twyning, noting the glance
| changed his tone to one of mucl
| friendliness. "Oh, l see, old mai
| No. Effie's got nothing yet. Sh
was over to our place to tea las
Sunday"