“Go Lt Doghing- i you Dismay by ge God rest ye, merry gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay! HE words sounded through the hall of the big oflice building In a high, clear soprano, which made both John Harden and his son, Ralph, took up, startled’ and irritated, Then, as “merry gentlemen” sounded farther off, John Harden thought, “It's a good thing that woman didn’t come in here singing that! ‘Merry gentlemen,’ indeed!” and he looked over at his son, who sat brooding at his desk. “If Ralph would only give me his confidence!” he thought. “Money I'd help him out If he'd only tell me. Troubles enough of my own, but not about money. ¥ a million dollars would remove this threat of blindness, I'd pay it in a minute,” “Let nothing you dismay!" the clear, light voice again, and Ralph thought : “How ean I help being dismayed, spt out from under? Father suspects, too. I know, for he looks glum all the time, and keeps his hand over his eyes so much, pr——————— | only ask me, be I'd may- have the to tell the singing the Har- voice neared office again, den growled, “Tell that girl to hwish up or go away!" Then the office door opened, and the words “merry gentlemen” made both look up. Impa- tiently. But, in- stend of a bold young woman ~~ men stood a serubby newsbhoy, savin for the Times. Cire cer's s0 busy he sent “Collectin’ ulnt- in" mg “Where did you learn to a ain ced tiph. “Si. uke's cl dollar ing a Gee, and never get Got five think? choir saved fer a been sick way, I'd L Whaja out o if it clothes dol money overcoat another “and 1 toward 1° hope your [athe you!" exclaimed the 1 pocketing the dollar Fhank boy, “Giee, 1 hope he ‘cause he's all the family 1 He works in a factory where the does, too, ad, and son g his eyes go where else?™ box eve work, Harden who that You a your owns note to take name? Wickens, and he's You tell ‘em my life, an’ 1 Presently Harden looked up, “Her the and a dollar ew Year's eling in ad ance. Don’t for get to come In ith it—it's paid for. remember!” “You bet TH come! Fad get a handsome it my Dad ever heard o my bein’ crooked! I'm proud o° my ole man an’ I want to make: him proud 0 moe” With that, door