The Coolidge examiner., 1937-11-25
CHAPTER Ill


On the way back to the hotel
Greg passed a florists shop and
gave an order for roses to be sent
to the hospital. They would be sent
up that night and be there to bright
en- Sunday morning when she awoke.
He did not put his name with
them. It was enough that she should
Just have them.
Then he set himself to consider
seriously how he would go about
locating that job for her.
He bought a newspaper and stud
fed the want advertisements. The
paper was full of talk Of the un-
employed. It appeared that en-
ployment was a problem, and that
there was such a thing as depreS-
sion.
1t hadn't reached to his wilder
ness home. 1t was always depreS-
sion there. 1t was something he had
expected and it didn't bother him.
1t was only astonishing that it had
been lifted so suddenly and so fully
in his case. Well. didn't that per-
haps mean that there was an OBJ
legation upon him. now that he had
money. TO help others into some
thing that would solve their prob
lens? Instead of just taking his
money as something that would
make him independent for life,
something that he was to absorb
in his own selfish plans and pur-
suits, why oughtn't he to make that
money work for others, in part at
least?
Perhaps he was meant to enter
into scheme that would help 9TH
ers. and only through others could
he really get the whole pleasure that
his money was meant to give. Per
haps there was a business some
where that he could buy, or set up.
that would employ lot of despair
ing ones.
There was just one man, as he
thought it over. who might have
some sane solution of this problem.
It was man he had met on his
journey eastward. He had known
MIN only for day, but his whole
attitude of life had made a deep
impression upon him. His name
was Rhoderick Steele. the minister.
who prayed for an elderly man who
died on the train.
It had been only few short days
ago that he had parted from this
man whom he had come so to ad-
mire and love, yet he seemed al
most like dream now. He kept his
word and sent him his address that
first night he was located at Whit
tail house after he came back from
the hospital, but of course had heard
nothing from him as yet.
BY and by when he got this little
girl started in some position where
she was safe, perhaps he would run
down to Virginia and see his friend,
or get him up here for a few days.
He would talk over what a man
should do in these days to help get
the world Strengthened out again.
This man would know, he was sure
ne would know.
He went to bed eventually but he
did not sleep much.
Meanwhile in an altogether up-to-
date apartment not many blocks
away from the Whittal house where
Greg lived, girl whose name had
once been Alice Blair wakened late
that Sunday morning and lay lux
uriously reading the society column
In the morning paper while she
toyed with grapefruit and ate deli
cate bits of Melba toast and drank
strong coffee.
There was news Of the great hos
pital drive to which the smart set
Of the city was leading its gilded
influence. Alice cared nothing for
that except that there were occa-
sional openings in such activities
where an outsider might slip in and
render a service that would be rec
ognized and give entree later to
more sacred circles. Then sudden
ly as her practiced eye ran down
the column a name stood out that
made her catch her breath and read
more carefully.
1t was Just the last paragraph of
the column about the drive and the
opening luncheon at which all the
great were to appear. It said:
1.-The committee is announcing
gift Just received. the endowment