The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1939-07-13

for Mr.. Gay.
His hand trembled as he took
the letter which Betty handed
him, and the family were utter
ly still while he opened it.
Then, as he read, a new look
daWned on his face. A look of
self respect in place of the de-
lection that had been making the
corners of his mouth droop ha-
bitually.
Read it, Mother" he said, his
voice husky with feeling as he
handed the letter over to his
wife. Read it aloud" and there
was a ring of triumph and relief
in his voice.
The letter head was Of a well
known and respected firm in the
city.
Mr.. George Gay,
1856 Aster Street,
City.
My dear Mr.. Gay:
Having known of your connec-
ton with the former firm of
Hamilton, McIvor and Company,
and being in need of the right
man to head our accounting de-
partment, we are writing to know
whether you are at present open
for a position, and whether you
would like to come to our office
any time this week between the
hours Of two-thirty and four to
talk over our suggestions?
Hoping to hear from you at
your earliest convenience.
Very truly yours,
Martin Heath & Company"
"Oh! George!' His wife beam
ed at him, a look such as she
must have given him on her we'd
ding day, a lock so full Of trust
and triumph that at last his abb
lily had received recognition.
oh, Father" said Betty her
face all shining with relief and
happiness.
Marjorie realized that she had
Mt understood till then how ter
rible it had been for her father,
and also for the others, to have
the beloved father out of job.
Her own heart was throbbing
with gladness too. But, she must
Mt let them see how relieved she
was. how thankful to the two
aN yers who had helped to bring
this about!
And now, Mother, there's
something I need your advice
about said Marjorie. will you
promise to tell me honestly what
YOU think I ought to do about
/ something in Chicago?"
The mother gave her a quick
startled look. Was this to be
about the aristocratic insolent
young man who came on Christ
mas Day?
It's about my furniture; Mo-
! Their" went on Marjorie, "the
Wetherill furniture! The lawyer
said he had a good offer for the
house, so if 1 sell it, what about
the furniture? It's beautiful fur
niture, Mother, fine old walnut
and mahogany, some OF very
rare, some of it antique. What
shall 1 do, put it in storage out
there, or over here? Or sell it
somewhere, or give it away? I
don't imagine it would bring
much at a sale,-except the an
tiques,-and those are the ones
I like the best. Mother, if I should
live with you, would you hate
to have me bring any of it into
your house?"
"Hate!" said Betty who was lis
tening wide-eyed, 81 should say
not! Why, Marjorie, Mother has
done nothing else since she went
to Chicago but tell us how Won
derfully that house was furnish
ed"
Betty, dear!" reproached her
mother.
well, you did, Mother. You
gave us the idea that there was
Mt anything more beautiful in
the world than the furnishings
of that house."
"Well, 1 felt that way" said
the mother, 'but I was never en-
vious. It just seemed to me that
it was the most ideal way for a
house to be furnished one could
ever have"
eyes, but, Mother, that's not
saying you would want another
woman's furniture in your home.
We could sell these things and
buy some more, letting you pick
out just what you want" said
Marjorie.
"Why, my dear, I don't think
I have any feeling against those
things. In fact it would be lovely
to live amongst them. If you
come, of counsel"