Fitzgerald leader enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ben Hill County, Ga.) 1921-1964, 1923-07-26

How does one solve q problem that
cant be solved? OF course all prob
lens are impossible Of solution until
you do solve them.
One never knows when the smallest
happening may turn out to be big
thing in Its effect on the mind of two
people who love each other, in all the
years that may come, never to be for
gotten.
Sally, the blue-eyed, soft-cheeked
wife of Carleton May, whose photo
graph with its firm lips and steady
eyes reinforced her spirit from the
little table beside her-the mother OF
the two curlyheads and the baby up-
stairs with Maggie, was busy with her
own problem as she sat in the small
hrelit room looking out Of the window,
In the fast-darkening winter after
noon, at the flooded vacant suburban
lots and the leatless bushes that trem-
bled at the fierce slashes of the rain.
She was listening to the footsteps
OF her father as he paced up and
down the narrow hallway; every now
and then he called to her dejectedly:
1T doesn't look much like clearing
Sally" and she replied:
"Oh, think 1t does, father 7"
though she didn't think so at all.
How, how, she wondered desperate
ly, could she make her committing
husband amman trIod 20 vo I.,I. d.
town this evening, after the half-mile
walk home from the station in this
Icy slush and rain? There never were
any taxis in this outlying part of the
suburb. How had she failed to remind
him in the unclOuded morning that
this and not tomorrow, as first in,
tended, was to be the night of fathers
treat? Ever since luncheon she had
tried repeatedly to get Carleton on a
phone that had gone dead" She
knew intuitively that, unwarned, his
first loudly spoken words in answer
to her would be:
$50 In town tonight? You're crazy"
Oh, no enforced resignation on his
part would suffice. There must be a
glow of enjoyment to satisfy poor IA
ther, who had planned this festivity
for his brief trip up from the South,
where his health, since the death of
his wife, kept him in the lonely win
tiers; the thought Of this pleasure
given to those he loved would warm
his heart for months to come.
He was tall, soldIerly old man.
with square gray beard and pierre.
ing eyes under bushy gray eyebrows
His old friends called him major, but
he was mostly known here as Sally
Mays father; absent or present he
was so much a father, always, as far
as moderate means could afford. do
Ing something" for her and hers.
But this theater party tonight-fof
which the most expensive ast-minute
seats had been procured-and the
prospective supper, while embracing
Sally's and Cartoons young visiting
cousins, Howard and Ellyn Brown,
here on their way to Florida, was
really intended as a special treat for
his son-in-law. Carleton was going
through the struggles of young man
to support his little family, buying
shoes, perfOrce, instead Of theater
tickets. He had, moreover, chival.
rous Kindness for the major, which
the latter deeply appreciated.
He came in now to stand beside his
daughter, saying anxiously:
"rm afraid Carleton won't want to
go out in the rain again."
"Oh, he's indoors all day, Won
know" said Sally brightly. "And
Howard and Ellyn are looking for.
ward to it all so much-young peopl,
do love treat"
Yes. yes, that's true" RESPONDED
the major with a pleasant smile.
He turned expectantly as a tall
dark, languid youth of sixteen strolle,
into the room.
what is it, Howardr'
II don't think I'd better 90 tonight
said Howard, briefly. II think ough
to stay home, sir; I've got a cold"
He hasn't at all. moml" volur
teered the wide-eyed, eight.year-ol
Carley, who had followed on his cou