The Coolidge examiner., 1937-12-30

W hIiOW tiIdt OiO "dAllOS NhSSN is
over 200 years old and really ought
to be worth something.
Your grandfather just said that
he feels there might be just a pos
sibility that Elias might weaken and
let us have little longer time on
paying the mortgage if we could be
sure of having the whole of the in
terest in hand the day it is due. He
thinks ne can get together enough
all but SIS. and he is wondering il
you would have any way of getting
that other SIS by Thanksgiving? Let
us know what you think.
Your loving grandmother,
"REBECCA LORIMER.
Eventually Margaret got control
of herself. She ought to have writ
ten before.
She walked steadily 20 the tele-
graph desk and wrote out her tele-
gram.
New job Awfully busy. Depend
on me. Money Thanksgiving. Low
ingly. MARGARET" ."
She paid for the message and
turned away, somewhat relieved in
mind. But where was she to get
the S25?
Now she must get a real job
somehow. And TO that end she must
have at least ore good nights rest
So she went to the Travellers Aid
and asked questions. discovering a
place where she could get a clean
bed for 35 cents.
She stopped at a drug store on
the way and got a cup of hot soup
and a sandwich.
Her heart sank as she hurried
down the street toward the sleep
ing quarters. She had relieved the
minds of her dear family for the
moment, and had fed and housed
herself for the night. but she was in
a desperate situation. What was
she TO do? Twenty five dollars!
Where could she get it?
She sighed deeply as she entered
the clean bare precincts of the char
ity dormitories.
She paused inside the warm en-
trance hall to slip her grandmoth-
er's letter into the little compart-
ment with the other letter she knew
was there. patting it tenderly,
choked back a sob, strapped it in
with the other, and went in to the
desk to apply for a bed.
Gregory Sterling looked down
upon that little jeweled hand on
his arm and something protective
fiared in his heart He looked up at
the f1abby Mortie triumphantly. He
was needed here to shelter Alice
from these half-drunken people. He
would get her away from them
presently and bring her home and
try TO dissuade her from this sort of
thing. He remembered their beau
tiful intimate dinner, and looked
down at her again. her face turned
in profile there against his shoulder.
What did that remind him of?
There had been another face quite
recently turned thus against his
shoulder, closer than this. white and
sweet and fragile in It's beauty. Mar
garet! Involuntarily he drew back
just fraction and looked at this
beautiful painted face. Somehow it
did not belong there. Somehow ii
gave him a start. What was it
like? Those red lips. glaringly red
under the bright light of the vesti-
bule chandelier?
An! Those girls on the train. How
he diSliked their memory.
Refined, educated, exquisitely
garbed as Alice was, she yet re-
sembled somehow those girls, those
dreadful girls! Or was she refined?
He didn't know. He honestly didn't.
His mother didn'! use 10 think she
was refined as girl, but he had
thought her wrong.
Suddenly be lifted the lady's hand
from his arm and neld it out to
Mortie.
With all appreciation of the hon
or you would put upon me-" he
said to Alice, =! must forego the
pleasure. This gentleman | believe
has prior claim, and / have duty
in another direction. viii bid you
good-evening-Alice!"
Then with a slight inclination of
his head toward the others of the
party who had not noticed him until
now, he went cut the door and left
them.
He heard a clamor of exclama-
ton behind him.
''Oh, Alice! Alice darlingl You
got it in the neck that time!'' shout
ed one hilarious feminine voice.
You thought you had some one to
pay your gambling DEBTS. didn' /
you. darling? But you thought too
soonl" Ard then q perfect ava