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Show tHHHtlll 1 1 1 M-i-M-M-M" 1 I THAT MAN CHARLIE ii By ROBERTA CARSON. ", r I I I I I"l I I I I I 1 " I " " "" " ' . Paula, windblown nnd ralnsoaked, burst Into tho living room whero hor mother was reading. "No luck, moth-orl moth-orl Thero Isn't a maid, black, whito or Indifferent, who will budgo a foot In our direction Just bocauso wo'ro a couplo of yards out of town. Mc-Manus Mc-Manus nt tho employment offlco says they're all that way and ho can't do anything about It. I told him to send out anyone who enmo along. A man' would do If ho could get ono. Oh, why did dear old faithful Lizzie havo to get marrlod? And Just now of all times!" She dropped dismally Into a chair. "What can wo do?" Mrs. Courtland tnppod her book thoughtfully. "If It wore anybody In tho world but tho Remingtons who woro coming It really wouldn't mako so much difference. Hut thoy llvo so well and are bo prcclso about everything." every-thing." "And there's a son coming, too!" 'groaned Paula. "Oh, wo Just can't ihavo them. Father might telegraph to. Remington pater that somobody has died, or that wo'vo had a flro, or smallpox, or something." "Thoy are motoring hero from Boston, Bos-ton, Paula, and loft tho mlddlo of tho week. Wo would not know whero to reach them by wire." "Well, then wo still havo two days!" Paula got up nnd took off hor hat. "For forty-eight hours I'm going to clean tho houso till It shines. What-ovor What-ovor tho Remingtons find, It won't bo dirt." Bang! Bang! Bang! went tho carpet car-pet beater wielded by a round, white-arm, white-arm, strengthened nnd seasoned by many rounds of golf and tonnls. Paula was talking to a man. Sho had seen him pass slowly along tho nldo street as If searching for a houso. "McManus has sent us a man I do believe. Stop! Walt a mlnuto! Aro you looking for Courtland's?" "Yes." "Did Mr. McManus, tho employment man, send you?" "Yes but how" "Never mind! There's no tlmo to 'talk. No mattor what you can or enn't do now you aro better than nobody no-body nnd wo need you. I'll glvo you Inn old coat of father's till your things como. Then beat those rugs and swcop them off. Oct tho hoso In the laundry and scrub tho porches and walks. Shlno tho brasses around tho front door and then como up stairs. I'vo forty windows for you to clean. Sounds llko a lot, but it's got to bo dono!" So Charlie banged rugs, scrubbed stairs, oiled floors, cleaned windows, boat eggs, stripped tho fat off tho ham, ground coffee, ran errands, changed furniture and cut glfcus. At tho last mlnuto on Friday ho helped Iron the curtains after Paula had shown him how, and thon after dinner he washed the dishes carefully, put thorn away and cleaned up tho kitchen. Thon ho presented himself to Paula in tho library. "Miss, I'm sorry, but I'vo got to leavo." "What? You can't go now, Chnrllo." Sho sat down with shaking knees. "Sorry, but I gotta." "But why?" "My family needs me. I gotta go. I tried to help all I could." "Oh. you did, Charlie. You're a Jew-ol. Jew-ol. But what will wo do whon the company comes In tho morning? No one to do dishes or anything!" "Mebbo tho company can help." Paula lnughod weakly. "Yes, may-bo may-bo thoy can, but then again maybe thoy won't. But of courso you don't understand, Chnrllo. All right, it you'vo "got to go, wo'vo got to lot you. I'll got your monoy from father. Four dollars Is that right?" Tho next morning tho Courtlanda watched tho clock anxiously, fearful lest their guests should arrlvo boforo tho work was dono. But things were In ordor and mother and daughter in faultless toilets when an automobile containing throe people drow up to tho curb. Mr. nnd Mrs. Remington woro greeted greet-ed cordially and tho Courtlands waited wait-ed expectantly for tho bogoggled son, who was busy with tho car outsldo. Then bo camo, and something In the travol-worn suit and shapeless cap soemod familiar to Paula. Off camo tho gogglos, and behold Chnrllo! Tho Remingtons enjoyod tho situation situa-tion bo hugely that tho astonished Courtlands Joined In tho laugh. "Wo havo heard from our son how tho land llos!" laughed Mrs. Remington, "so wo are all prepared to roll up our sleeves nnd pitch In and help." Later, Charllo Remington had a few words alono with Paula In the library where ho had h&ndod In his resignation resigna-tion tho night boforo. (Copyright, 1915. by the McClure Newspaper Newspa-per Syndicate.) |