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Show j Her Daughter and His Son A Great Married Lifm Story by I 1DAH McGLONE GIBSON H BREAKING HOME TIES Th next morninc th r was a bur PH rlcd packinp of my little trunk. 1 took H with inc very few of rny Id time Hl frocks, for my mother said IbKt I til H lo have all new one. Not enr of my (Hcndl Rrill at thr train to b.d rac H goodbye. This, of course, was not to H be wondered nr. as no one knev. ih.it H I was leaving no noon. H It was a very forlorn little girl, how 1ST ST, that boarded the train and my 1 -a retained face mui't have looked i very pathetic, although I tried to H seem unmoved and sophisticated as . H took my Hi In th- chair next to me war. a null H r flamboyantly dressed youth of per H haps 1$ year. At first he paid no at- H trntlon to me, but evidently because he H round no one bettei to tall to and be in.-' thi age when be nm t talk lo jH Omi :-.iinp to HH the "Ve," I angered briefly. "Pretty small town you've Just left J Is it your home?" "f.r.rd there all your life?" Hfl "liver been in the city before?" i BfltH "Gee, 1 envy you. You'll find the! H city a fine place, provided you fin 1 1 H your voice at the same time r.nd you H are able to talk to a fellow." H "My mother says that well bred , VV young girls do not talk to strangers." "Old stuff, old stuff, child." said the J ' ii nr. patroa singly, bul be said it' H with such an engaging smile ihat I lm-j ft mediately concludt I thai then rasn'1 anything particularly wrong in my talklne with hinwand besides, I wnflji 1 so lonely It seemed to me that in all i the world I had no contact with my I felJcw man. except, through the youtjr who sat beside me and who had slant: ily told me that my mother's admonition admoni-tion was "old stuff." "I am not going to hurt you. little girl." he said. "I Just eel eorry for you because I kjiow that you are leav Ing your mother and .'ill your folks behind and L rather admire your pluck in try'")? to appear as though you do not care, although a moment ago your eyes were swollen with tears. Say, did anybody BYM t-il you you had mighty pretty eyes'" "Lots of people." My answer surprised him, for be ! laughed and srld. Bl though addr ssinc la third person: "Oh, she Isn't so un soph iJlica ted a? 1 thought. Lots of peo pie have told her that i he has pretty eye, And who might they be. little glrK" "My mother, the doctor, my teacher, Jimmy Callahan, Knnih Hiltey and Grace Cameron, although Grace said ilia' .-In -iidn i ihink brown eyes were as pretty as Her own. which are blue." I could not understand why thlt young man laughed harder than ever when 1 answered him truthfully and why he said to me: "Say, you're a deep one. But I like your grit and I like your ways and I don't know where you're going in the city nor what you are going to do. but pOMtbly I may do you some good sometime. Anyway. 1 w.mt von to know I am Jerome Hathaway. Hatha-way. My father keeps the largest res-' taurant In the lown and any time volt Call me up I'll Invite you for a swell, feed, anyway You can call me Jer ry if you want to. foV while I don't I very often pay uruli a'tentlon to little girlB like you, some way you've got up, girlie, you ve got me." Tomorrow Ann Meets a Stranger. |