; COOKIES TOR IDA 5 By MILDRED WHITE Copyright, 1922, Western Newspaper Union. Mru. Callum was calling on the young minister's gentle mother. Mrs. Call'un, who wus known to be a power In bfth church and village, was busy, as ustal, upon an errand of mercy, j "It's that poor Idu," she explained to Mrs, Mather; "we women have been helping her for some time ; I'm sure I don't know what the poor creature would do If it were not for the church, Of course you are new In our town, or you would not need to be told about Ida. She Is unfortunate; used to be a bright girl, too, years ago; now, crippled like the mother before her. Who was so long Ida's care. It was a problem how Ida was going to support sup-port herself until some one thought of cookies. I guess they happened to think of cookies because both Ida and her mother used to he great hands at making them. m "Mrs. Knrnes of the Luxlles Aid said : Vhy can't we solicit homemade cookies from certain, church members, and give them to Ma to Bell?' A regular regu-lar sale, at her little cottage, you understand; un-derstand; and. the Idea was a good one. Ida has her regular customers." Mrs. Cullum paused only for breath. J'Yom think.'' she went on, "that any one would be glad to donate to such a cause now wouldn't you? Yet when I asked that Gloria Vane, who's come to town, she laughed as she refused. I might have known, however, that there, wasn't much hope, expecting a giddy, selfish creature to- bother her fluffy head about others." ; . A young man, bending unseen behind be-hind his high desk, raised his face, listening.- - Then, slowly he came Into the living room, where his mother entertained en-tertained her caller. : lie was a pleasing pleas-ing young minister, yet with a determined deter-mined chin, beneath bis engaging smile, . ,"I am going your Way, Mrs. Callum," he said. "Will you drive with met Left alone, the sweet face of Robert Mather's mother grew troubled. Thoughtfully, she folded her sewing, thoughtfully went to prepare her son's evening meal. ' For many years each loving duty performed had been for Robert's sake. Even during the necessary neces-sary college days she had followed to the college town, that she might be near to minister to bis comfort and tq advise. It was a life of harmony and helpfulness help-fulness that she would have for Robert Rob-ert ; and Mrs. Callum but voieed general gen-eral opinion when she spoke of Glory Vane. Glory who had come, a chance admirer of the countryside, to seek residence there. The tiny, shabby house she found had been marvelously transformed; and carefree, and Irresponsibleso Irre-sponsibleso neighbors said the girl passed her days. .... Glory Vane bought her vegetables from Tony, and the grim woman who kept house for her cooked them. Tlmmy, a neglected Irish lad, tended Glory Vane's flower garden, and the two could be beard laughing and talking talk-ing together quite foolishly. There was no doubt of the young woman's frivolity and wasteful unconcern. When she came to church one Sabbath, Sab-bath, clad in gay city mode, disapproval disap-proval sat on many faces for what good purpose could she be there? To attract attention, likely, and add to her vanity. Vain Glory. Robert Mather, the young leader of men, was almost constantly to be seen in Glory's company. Recalling all this, Mrs. Mather sighed, as she placed the last dish on the white table. Then she decided to carry her offering down to Ida. There would be time before Robert's return. Idu, a wrinkled-faced creature In her wheel chnlr, smiled a cheery " greeting." greet-ing." Rows erf closed paper bags lay on the counter. JLicfore her,, ,s "My orders or-ders ready to go out," she explained. "These new currant cookies Just go like well, like the delicious, .morsels they' are. Every one wants the currant. cur-rant. cookies. " I get three'eents more a dozen for them. .Ami I'm growing Into a real business woman, Mrs. Mather. I have a delivery; I think soon I'll have to enlarge my shop. It's a Joy to be growing Independent; Glory end that's a glory girl, If there ' ever was one snys I will be Independent. Independ-ent. She stopped to buy cookies one day, and then, would you believe It? she began making them for me In her home, from an old recipe of her mother's moth-er's who Is gone; dear little Glory Is quite alone. Next, as they sold so fast, she got her housekeeping woman to make them, and they donated regularly. "It's a secret that Glory Is going to send me her woman, to keep on baking bak-ing the cookies a sort of partnership. And she sends Tiininy to deliver the bags. She's paying Mm because, she says with her pretty laugh, Timmy does love to earn an extra penny. It'll be a pleasant secret between ourselves, our-selves, she says to me, and so It has been." Ida paused. "I saw your Ron anil my Glory-girl walking together tly other evening," she added softly; "they made a beaultful pair." "I am sure that I will love your friend," Mrs. Mather said, as she clasped Ma's twisted hand. "I am glad you have told me about her."