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EVENING LEDGER-PHILADELPHIA, MONDAY, DECEMBER 20, 1915.
THE BROWN MACKINTOSH
By CAROLINE UPDIKE COLLINS
g s dead. The lamp was gut
ig'Rtid tiiere was money tor
. (Ire In the stove wns sinking to
tficre n.i no monev for coal,
sand cold are hat J to bear, along
ith, but not ? 1,n"' ns n thirst
vt at your gullet ntul sends our
ling toward the grallflcallon and
which nt any cost must be yours,
in laid l'13 lintiJful of change be
, on the kitchen tabic; she linit
,,rous, Annie, and this was the
11, they had bulled her decently
jh't with rising angci of tho small
hod plajeJ nt the funeral. No
shaken his hand; no 1mo had
o Mm. asked lit advice, or his
f. Hut U was they who alcl. he
'dged (tilmlv. Othciwlso
ktd up the money, piece by piece,
In a Utile Pile orlc.1 the nickels
, and pciiiilc'-pul the one iiuhp
snepl the whole Into lilJ pock
0S(. to his feel.
,,i more now el' dead than alive,
ntd. He ,,ns nftaltl or her. A
it Jumped from tho wlnuow sill
had cioucheil and dm ted to the
ro'nt of him. Had lie fed It since
e It the ilnd of pork that night?
1 not remember. The o.tl did not
mury. but It looked nt bllll.
hi tho cyei, mid waited. He
he door to let H out, and stood
nto the nlfiht.
new fallen, covered the ilhl of
giving It nn unwonted calmness
Ity; dlmilty that would tut n to
with the coming light; calmness
jld diop ft lion the quarreling
and scicechliig chlltlten weic
jaln and nbronil. Tlicie wai a
tlic Mcl'liernon tenement across
-the old ninn inuat be having
turn save for that tho rnm
liouaes weie In darkness. He
the oat as It picked lift dnluty,
ayi alert. suspicious, now liui ri
valling, tensely crouched, ecr
Hailow. Tie saw It leap a low
I disappear Into " huddle of
toi, ban els and cast-off Junk
description.
light nl the coiner pent streaks
w darting back nnd forth as It
en by the llslng wind. A rum
pelted sharplv In his face, niak
ilnce and shut tho door with all
Uh. The wind was strong; what
had he? The muscles of the
ns were soft and flabby as a
he great band trembled ns It
bolt. He was afiald of what?
np would not last for nnother
tes. The tire had died. He must
hlng he could not stnv there.
Irresolute In the Homldarknosi.
ng smell of the lamp lilted the
1 the cold was creeping In at
j. What should he do? Where
go-' The answer tame dully
back of hit hialn. It had been
n before lie was conscious of
question. lie had known when
ountlng his money, and ct ho
His ees ai'ini'licil the ban en
was seized with a tit of shiver
it as the ague
aro !o here?" he whispered
inlng forward till ho l cached the
teady himself by It.
er came save the whistle of the
the rattle of the window. Ills
ly listened. The thick drops
his forehead, and his breath
llj and with iffoit. His cjc.s
to the low of pegs on the
Idc of the loom; hanging fiom
i sombre, shabby row weic all
eft of his clothes nnd Ani.ir's
it was left of Annies He had I
a i lf j. broiuht her home, kill- I
e truck at an ley crossing. It
the monev lie hail got for Ills
hat he had been besotting him
arney s that night Annie had
for him. and he had shulllcd
nc.t morning to Ilnd the nllcj
Ith huddled, whispering women,
ik from him and watched with
rloi:t as hu went III at his iluoi
I her laid out for burial,
pltlfullj, the man wn-stled with
K desire. Since Annie had lunio
to look out for hi'ii be had not once put
foilh whit Intent frn.-e of character he
posseted. Up ln,, tp,, rontrllt ln ,,,,
her uaht his battle" 1'oor. Iir.i.r Annie
with nn more battle to race be ha 1 man
hood left to thnnls locl for th-.t He
swore heailly as the lamp v.ei., out.
Vhat dllTeiitice did It make? Who was
there to caie He imilj not tae It off
loiexev, and one .lay, one hour sooner
would mean nothing. There was monev
enough to give him forgetfitlness. Further
than that his mind did not erne to pene
trate. He walked toward the door iesu-
utcly. but wheeled with his hand on the
latch.
"Annie." he tnudrred, his mottled face
mid, "what Is It s want with me."
uti iled by ome Inspiration I o -could not
fathom, he was led acloss the loom
HH he stood In front of Hint draggled line
of cloth Ills hands searched with an
engeriios which his mind did hot prompt
and fell nt length on th nhjolet. blown
mackintosh Annie hml worn for many
ilieaiy jenr. Fhe hail woui It tlmt tilRht.
he irincinhcid.
"It's this ou nee. i. Anile"" '.e nkeil.
, vnKing tlic tiling fiom its tier He ni
I governed lij some un'sv ruth-elf apait
f.-otn b"s own. I'l.inisli-.. with iffort he
I pulled i' on-ih' back was inn narrow.
I uui ii iour-1 iii.i great shoulders nnu
uinun mm ntn mi sti (lighter. Ills arms all
but llllnl I In 'limholes anil It nus li
stiugglc to bullnii H.
Bttln hr, went to the ilitor, thl time to
What Would You Do
Willi $3 a Week?
Would you cat, or would you give
il to drunken rmrents?
Then wltut would you do if you
didn't net even that three dollars?
Let
KUPKUT HUGItKS
tell you in his new story
"The Bitterness
of Sweets"
which starts in tomorrow's
EVENING LEDGER
Begin it with the first instalment
on this iiape
Tomorrow Afternoon
step out l'o the winter night. .Mary .Mc
riiersou was standing nl tho turner of
tho alley sulng good night to her
"steady" to It was for .Mary they kept
the light, lie walked past the two. little
luedlng their Jicis and laughter. He was
tilled with it stiange clntlnn some siuiik
of the Miildi-n soul was alUe and burning.
A groli'siiiie ciiuiigh hgure he presented
Hiiici7ed Into the mackintosh; Us ugly
lines aitcntuateil In lis mlsllt, and made
in,,u i.. tit,, nprit.iteut rontcmnt of
i , ,,,.,,.',, fc..fc ," - i
fashion the cailcatuie of a mackintosh
making the inilcaluie in a man.
The few late pedestrians he met eyed
liiin as tliev scuriled by. some with con
cern, but for the must pait with aniiise
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dows of the little shops which lie passed
were hrauiv coated with Host. . chill
..i.i.i ..i,i,.,w',i nt tin, i.klris of the mat kin- t
tosh and Hint the tears stie-imlng down
Ills face; yet be was unmindful uf the
cold He was going to Uoinej'H. Theie
he would tlnd-what? It was sliirtular that
lie should be going UictP, hmrelrlng as he
was to some lofty. Indistinct strain which
held poseMiioh of Ms brain.
He could sotirrcly tnilke out thtotigh
the frost tho dusty, moth-eaten, stulfnt
hank vbleh stood In I)tiMie-s window, a
fitting emblem of the plate in a t.ene
Yet were he suddenh i!eprled of slhht
of herring, of un- poww sac that or
Incomntloii. wool I not his ffet hue fi. i,d
their Uccilslomed way acios.s that thu-h-old?
ie titislnHi open the swinging door nnd
was uttt by n blast of foul, hot air, thick
with tobacco nolto ntul sti.le from incl
ine. "I'or Q oil sake, Tim," mned tlornex
from behind the bar. what In hell you
got on"""
Uvery man of Hie grovip turned to lool;
its he marched In, and the loom shook
with the blast of their laughter.
"Hive, me some oil, Dome;!." he said
Steadily, the words sounding remote und
foictgn to in emu I hey were not nn
words he had meant to nn. His lips had
tlisolieje, tho Impulse of hl in am
"What ltlnil"" asked Dome stame
ns usual""
"So: oil-to bum in n Irtnip. the nan
persisted, pointing to the swinging lump
In Hie middle of the room
"Snv. me ou off youi head, Tim '
cried homey Impatiently. "You take what
I got or else bm nut. t guess lie's nuitx.
nil right." lie winked. "Asklir for oil!"
The bystanders, In terra ted liv this lime,
awaited eagerly the licit development.
"Well, candles will dn. Homey," said
the man tpiletly, 'If you'e got any."
"Ctinillcs! Why 1 thought yer Just bad
n wake, ain't one enough for ycf?"
drawled Homey In teliirn.
Hut the (.tab was too cruel a one to be
tolerated even by his followers. There
ntis not a ninn among them who did not
tfvcrctice the memor of Annie.
"Aw, leave him alone, Ionic," lhe
urged utienslly.
"Yes. emit lilt oudt." thundered .Meyer,
the fat Herman grocer, whose shop was
across the wa. "Ain't oil no tespeet?"
Stung to the tiiilck, the man hud turned
tn go, but Iiorti'a "r.'iglt it, Tim, fergtt
It and have one on me, all of yet."
brought him back, his rleance foi got
ten, nnd his ttembllng hand nutsttett'hed
as tho glasses clatteted on the bar. He
snatched his glass from Hornet's hand
and looked at it hungrily for a moment.
Then dellberntelx, w II It all the stieugth
his arm could muster, he ilnshed It to
the lloor. Strnnge, was It notfor Ills
hrnln had prompted him to dilnk It at a
gulp.
"Well, I guess we'e bad nhoiit enough
of ou " said )nrm'. with an attempt at
joeularltj, though he was nlTeeteil, ns
weio the others, by the serious unfnmll
l.ii Ity of tin, iiiiiii'h conduct. "You'Vo
sine broken up this ptul, all right."
"Come along over lo my plare, Tim,"
lnterpo,'d Meer Mmlly, "1 think I got
what you want "
The man looked at liltn gratefully, and
together thej left the stilling loom and
ciossed the street to th'o neat little shop
wltli its hanging sausagen and nttructlvu
display of ikllcntesseu.
"Wliat j ou want Is something to do,
ain't It? A Job?"
"Yes," the man falteied, "if anybody 'd
take me jott know inc."
"Sure, I do," answeied Meyer, "and I
think ou ought to bo kilt. Hut, for An
nie, I give j on a chance. You como to
moriow morning at T, oit understand?"
"Yes, I uiidpistnnd; and can you sell me
some oil anil a hack of coal havo thn
mone nnd a piece of cheeso, and u loaf
of bread and somo cat meat?"
"I throw in tho cat meat," laughed
Meyer.
"No, 111 pav for the whole lot," re
turned the man with a new deteimina
tlou which lunile Meer glanto up at him
Illicitly and watch with ihiwnlug approval
ns he counted nut the money.
"flood night, Meer," he said after a
pause. "Scion o'clock tomorrow. you'c
treated me white It will mean a lot to
her."
All fenr had left him. It was hh though
Annie's nrms were nbout him in tendei
ness, as the had always been, and in
giutltiide for perhaps the llrst time in
Ids lllc.
' She's em ued a lost," be said to him
self, stifling the bitter sob th it wrenched
his body, 'and I'll be damned if I'll let
her tight In Heaven, too"
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iIEUMNC! THE ENEMY
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TUB PADDED CELL
Piintti AlteAiiak
The Unici Is advKr'l in his hunt for racial to lemovc tho heel-tips from
cltleeus' shoes, to commandeer the dog's iron tray, and to rfinove articles of
metallic sub.itBino by suction,
Hard (o Do
Three or a Kind
At a Cnity where questions were
diked, and facetious If not felicitous
nMBi'. ers wore epected, a coal denier
asked what legal authority was the
favorite with his trade One an
SAereil "Coke." "ltlglit," said the
coal dealer. Another silgeted "ltlack
"time." "Oood, too." snld the uues
tioner. Then a little, hard-faced mini
In the corner piped nut "Littleton,"
whcirupim the coal dealer sat down
without saying nnj thing.
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DID IT EVER HA1TEN TO YOU?
"I beaul tlint while in New York you
nnd your wife got sepaiated In n,
crowd and you thought she was Inst
It must be hard to lose a wife."
"Hard! My boy, it's almost Impossible."
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fflE LEGEND OF SANTA CLAUS
you ever wonder where Santa Cluus came fiom? I have often tried
it and as I have never found an answer that satislica me, I am RoinR
up a story which I hope you will like.
Here it is:
Many, many years ago there lived in tho Far North
Country, just the other side of where the North Polo is,
an old man whom the children of the North always
called Growly Grump.
That wasn't his name, of course, but they called
him that because he was so "pouchy." But, deep down
in his heart of hearts Growly Grump was not cross nor
disagreeable, only the children thought he was.
Growly Grump lived in u hut in the forest and every
day he used to go out into the deep forest and set
things to eat and wood for the hie in ins nut wnicn no
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Do You Know This?
1. How many words can you find
in this word GRATITUDE? (Fixe
credits.)
2. What do the 13 stripes on the
flap; of the United States .stand for?
(Five credits.)
3. What goes all the way from
here to Cleveland without moving?
(Five credits.)
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TRUE FRATERNAL GENEROSITY
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ent hnrninrr no nintlnp wlint lmnDeiied.
e returned from the woods and went through the streets of Snow-
childten would come out of their homes and shout, "Old Growly
)ok at your hump!"
used to hurt tho old man very, very much, for words can hurt
s far more than sticks or stones, and he loved the children and
lem to love him. There is n great deal of difference between loving
ind having children love you, and Growly Grump knew this and that
used to sit by the fire and talk to the Fairies who came and sat
S logs as the fire burned.
kind fairies," he would exclaim. "If only the childien would love
dy the children would love me!"
night when the fire logs were burning softly, the Queen of the
id to Old Growly Grump:
you know, dear Growly Grump, thatsometin-es people are re
1 more when they are dead than when they are living?"
too, call me Growly Grump," said tho old man sadly.
there is nothing else for me to call you unless I call you Saint
,' or other," answered the fairy,
can I be a saint without being dead?" asked her companion,
m't see that you can," said the Fairy, "but when you die, then,
he children will miss you and you will become a saint."
I don't want to die."
die is very beautiful far more beautiful than going to sleep,"
'e fairy, moving over to a log in front of the fire.
' do you die?" asked the old man.
ought you did not want to die?" said the fairy in (surprise,
ly sat a long time thoughtfully looking at the lire and then said,
ling to die, willing to do anything, if only the children will love me."
i sure if you die they will love you and put flowers on your grave
you very, very much," answered the fairy,
i," said Growly Grump, "I am willing to die."
fairy disappeared and the fire burned very low as Growly Grump
in the dim light waiting to die,
s morning when he awoke and the old man was a bit surprised to
he was very much alive. He pinched himself and then started to
eakfast.
aps I am not going to die, after all," he said to himself sadly.
s a cold, raw morning when Growly Grump started through the
f Snowville, just as the children were going to school. Dark
ig in the sky and the earth seemed black,
.hildren caught sight of Growly Grump as he went on his way
started toward him. Suddenly he fell in the middle of the street.
ten stopped aud then ran toward him.
' to the snow, with his hand clutching his tattered coat, lay Growly
JA his face was a smile.
(Contiuued Tuesday, Uecwuber 21r)
Farmer Smith, Children's Editor,
Evening Ledgkr, Philadelphia.
I wish to become a member of
your Rainbow Club nnd agree to
DO A LITTLE KINDNESS EACH
AND EVERY DAY SPREAD A
LITTLE SUNSHINE ALL ALONG
THE WAY.
Name
Address , ,
School I attend . , ,
Money Talks
Dear Child en I was reading the
other day that when tho war broke
out in Eurcpci some of tho Americans
there could not buy even food. They
had money, bunk checks, eprrss
checks anc everything except gold.
From this you may learn, at this
Christmas season, that MONEY IS
NOT EVERYTHING.
M.'-iey represents something it
I should represent the GOOD it will do.
Perhaps somo one will give you a
dollar bill or a million dollars for
Christmas. If you get a dollar bill,
welcome it. Say, "How do you do,
Mr. Dollar Bill? I am glad to meet
you and I am glad you like me. I
shall be good to you and not spend
you foolishly. When I do spend you,
I shall ask you to be kind enough to
come back and see me when you can.
I love the GOOD you can do and not
you, crumpled-up pieee of paper that
you are."
We want 1000 Rainbow boys to have
51 or more each in the savings banks by
Christmas, 1016. We need 90G more,
for we have four boys already and one
of these boys has saved $2 think
of it!
We hope you save YOUR money.
FARMER SMITH.
ChiWi-en's Ejjitdr, Eyemnq Ledger.
-Taller
Tennant (lood gracious: Whatever
nre you dolng7 It Isn't straight, and
on've struck it upaldo down
Optimistic paporhnnger Don't worry,
ludy; It'll be all right when It's dry.
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"No, mum; they ain't drunk up what
I gave them yesterday."
"Man and Superman."
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