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Show FOR A WORTHY CAUSE DV JAMES KILROY. "Well, old man, what are you doing hero?" exclaimed Slmpklns as he sat down bcsldo Ilrander nt a table In tho corner of tho restaurant, llrundcr took a savago blto out of a buttored roll beforo ho answered shortly: "Watching the waiters play tlddlcdewinks with tho dishes. What did you supposo I camo here for to balo bay?" "Don't be so smart," heggod Simp-kins. Simp-kins. "From tho way you'vo been bragging about tho place where you board, and making: our mouths water over what you say you got to cat therp, nobody would over supposo you'd coma back to this nix for a nickel Joint." Tho othor young man shuddered as he poked at tho fried potatoes beforo him "Whon I think of tho tissue paper pa-per china, tho honest und truly cof-feo, cof-feo, tho uncanned vegetables, the, sum enough buttar wo got thoro " A sigh finished tho' sentence. "What hnppcned?" Inquired his frtond, sympathetically "Old lady dlu?" "Nope." Ilrander shook his head. "Well, woop on my shoulder," suggested sug-gested Slmpklns. "Toll mo nil nbout It. What drovo jou from your happy homo?" "DaznarsI" grunted Ilrander. "Indeed? If so, why?" "Slnco you must know, my old Indy, ns you cnll tho best cook thnt cvpt was, bolongs to tho United Order of Purplo Pinks." "What'B It?" "Oh, a sort of charltublo organization organiza-tion and sorority mixed. They'ro holding a bazaar this week, to got money for a statue of tho founder to put In a nlclio that happens to ba In their meeting hall. Any money thnt'a loft goes to thu heathen Chlneu or something." "Hut whero do jou come In, or rather get out?" Ilrander snorted. "Can a woman bo at a bazaar nil day nnd night nnd find tlmo to cook for folks nt home? A whole month now wo'vo had thnt bazaar ba-zaar served to us nt meals. Ilesldes that, contributions are constantly levied I got off easy by giving a check, but tho girls nt thn house, have, had to make articles till we could hardly wade through tho heaps of blue wool dolls tmlo nlnk tin rnekn. greon aprons and yellow piano scarfs piled up In thu parlor. Embroidery silks appeared In the salads and noodles noo-dles In tho bread "Worst of nil, no one talked of anything any-thing but tho heavenly stntuo and how stingy people are when It comes down to real charity And I don't know how ninny 'chances' I've bought on things I'd not want to see, oven If they did show 'oin to mo. Thon wo were told to get our suppers elso-where elso-where this week, because, our landlady land-lady felt thnt they needed her to conduct con-duct thu bazaar. We weru told to sacrifice sac-rifice ourselves for tho good of the cause; nay, more, that supper Is being be-ing served by tho United Sisters. Hut uxcubq mo." "Twenty-Ilvo cents admission, 115 for supper, CO for n posy In your buttonhole but-tonhole nnd a dollar to get out!" chanted Slmpklns. After nervously fumbling In his pockets, Ilrander Bald: "Here aro n lot of tickets you can have. Take your girl to the bazaar. It's real pretty. pret-ty. Have- a good time." Hut Slmpklns shied. "What do you take mo for a millionaire? I'd never get out nllvo." "Think of the noblo cause," entreated en-treated Ilrander "Think of tho good you can do." "I'm sorry," apologized Slmpklns, "but this Is my busy week. Every evening Is filled." "The man that hath not charity In his soul," misquoted Ilrandor, scornfully. scorn-fully. "You don't havo to buy anything. any-thing. Just go and look on." "Take your own girl," retorted Slmpklns, "I did. I bought her tho tlo holder that Bho's going to glvo mo for Christmas." Christ-mas." "Poor old Ilrander'" said Slmpklns. "Well, novor mind, You'll soon havo peaco. It can't last forever." "What can't, tho holdor or tho ba-zaarT ba-zaarT Hut neither can I." Ilrandor sighed again, |