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DADDY w a failure. Eighty
years of successive defeats
hid proved It At two mult
had kicked htm across a woodpile. The
cars still showed on his cheek.
Starting with money, but handi
capped with too much confidence In
his fellows, Daddy had trusted and
given away without thought of him
self. In course of time he married
more money simply because the fir! be
loved happened to have tl; and most
of this wont as had bit own. But bis
wife never questioned. Quite the re
verse. This waa the golden thread In Pad
dy's life. Whan dying she said there
were some things of more value than
money and Paddy was one of them,
After that Daddy lived as many oth
er failures; and now at 12 waa housed
In a one-room affair built for a cow
shed, In which be had cut a window
and laid a rough floor of discarded
slabs. Be paid rent by chopping fire-
MOTHER GREY watched the
last flash of her daughter's
smart little auto as It glided
smoothly out of the driveway and down
the road, with a feeling almost akin to
relict For the first time since she had
Journeyed from the old New Hamp
shire farmhouse a month ago to live in
ber daughter's luxurious home she was
being left alone, and Mother Grey,
though she ebided herself guiltily for
the thought, was undeniably happy at
the prospect of throe long days devoid
of calls on and from Marlon's aristo
cratic friends; of being freed from the
necessity of making elaborate toilettes,
and of doing the hundred other things
with which Marion bad contrived to
keep her busy, with the well-intentioned
purpose of "keeping the dear little
mother from dwelling on things."
Mother spent a happy hour in her
little sitting-room arranging with lov
ing care the pictures of her old friends
and neighbors from "back home," smil
ing tenderly at ear dear familiar face.
Then she unpacked her books the
GEE! girls make me tired. Let
a young doctor coma to town
and every girl tn the place
makes it a point to"
"Bob West!" cried Bob's sister,
starting up from the couch, a red spot
on either cheek, "if you think I've been
near him, you're mightily mistaken. I
wouldnt go near his old office It I
was dead!" '
With the last word, Phylis burst In
to hysterical weeping, and buried fcor
face In the cushions.
"Aw, forget It," said Bob, "I wasn't
hitting you, anyway. Guest I'll be go
ing while the going's good. So long!"
Outside the door his lips puckered
Into a whistle. Whistling, he emerged
from the house. Whistling, be strode
SONNY-BUNNY and Little Moth
er were looking In at the mil
liner's window. They were al
most laughably alike, with their curly
brown hair, blue eyes and trim slight
ness, and the expression on the two
faces was much the same as Sonny
Bunny's in front of the candy shop
display. Their eyes were riveted upon
a dainty creation of white straw and
pink roses. Even the little boy knew
it Just to be the thing for Little Moth
er. "Go in an' buy it, moth'," he begged.
"Can't Sonny," said Little Mother,
her cheery tone belying her longing
eyes. "There haven't been enough
weddings this Spring."
"Weddings?" queried the child.
"Yea; you know daddy gives me the
wedding fees for my own. Thit year
there haven't been enough so I can of
ford a new bat"
At this moment the minister drove
up in his shiny Ford and took bis wife
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GOLDEN-HAIRED Bonny, the
pride of the Tburstoa house
hold, bad never before been
punished. On this occasion, his pa
rents had decided that to further
"spare the rod" was to "spoil the
child." A a result of this decision.
Sonny was called into the living room
and his chastisement delivered with
great solemnity, then he was sent w
From his bed the child could see the
tnmin arise; he counted the stars and
planned what he would do could he fc
wood for the owner.
This morning, en bis etghty-eecond
birthday anniversary, paddy was sit
ting on a box gating questionably at
the rags. He bad bought them as be
could, from door to door, with small
amounts gleaned by chopping wood
and doing odd Jobs. The speculation
bad looked toward profit But prema
turely the man who wag to bny the
rags died, and the stock was left on
Daddy's bands. It dldnt mar the
cheerfulness of the knotty old face.
That was always cheerful; his eyee al
ways twinkling. As he sat there. Dad
dy reached out bis hands over an old
stove, picked up in trade. The pipe
led to a hole In the side of the shack
Around this hole a good deal et eold
air earn in.
The rag question was Important Just
now. One of Daddy's legs bad stiff
ened under a sudden attack of rheu
matism so that bis really dependable
means of livelihood, the saw horse In
big Bible, the volumes of poetry, her
precious albums, and, away down at
the very bottom of the trunk, her cook
book! She turned the yellowed page
reverently. There were copies of reci
pes In many handwritings, some of the
writers long since dead.
"Oh!" exolalmed mother, "my fingers
Just Itch to go to cooking!"
She glanced out of the window and
beheld the maid going down the steps.
A sudden crafty little smile played
around mother's mouth Feverishly
she divested herself of the shimmer
ing silk gown and donned a comforta
ble gingham house dress, relie of the
happy days "back home," and a blue
checked apron. Armed with the cook
book she descended to the kitchen. A
big pan of freshly-picked blueberries
sat on the table.
"I declare!" crooned mother delight
edly, "it I wont make a berry pie!"
She was In the midst of rolling out
the crust when the front doorbell rang.
Mother, freeing her hands somewhat
from Hour by the simple expedient of
down the. walk, Now, one's lips may
be engaged in whistling the gayest of
gay airs and at the same time one's
mind be occupied with the working out
of a solution to some weighty prob
lem. Bob was thinking, not a new oc
cupation for him, although it would be
hard to make anyone in Mansfield be
. "I wonder what's the matter with
old Phil (Phylis waa Just four years
her brother's senior). She did look all
n, come to think of it Let's see, she's
been working for old Balnbrldge going
on five years, and anybody that knows
anything knows he's fierce to work
for." So ran Bob's thoughts,
"Why is Phil working?" asked his
conscience. "She's working tor you!
and little son for the homeward drive.
The new Ford had been necessary but
almost too expensive. This bad some
thing to do with the lack of money
for a new bat tor Little Mother.
When Sonny-Bunny got , home be
changed Into his blue overall suit and
went out in the parsonage orchard to
reflect He did it in the crotch of the
August-sweet trees, which grew low
and was a capital nest for a small
Little Mother needed some weddings,
he knew a little about weddings,
for mother had explained something
about them when young couples bad
come to the bouse. As far as be could
see, though, weddings came unsolicit
ed, Sonny-Bunny was positive that his
father did nothing to attract custom.
At this moment Silas Lovejoy
chancd to drive by. The sight of him
started the child's, mind upon a new
tack. A conversation between bis pa
rents, overheard only the other day.
VP there among them. But as the
grievances of childhood are toon for
gotten, be thought of the splendid time
be bad bad rioting around the garden
disguised as an Indian chief.
"It was nice fun." thought the chief,
"to behead the sunflowers, for they
were so tall." What was the use ef
moping in bed when the stars were
calling him, and besides, didn't Big
Bear go out after dark?
After rea-rnlng rut his childish
lrgic, the mole -n Indiaa twined the
bed spread about bim (for, in bis pic
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corner and the wood taw on the wall,
could not be used.
"Hello, BUI," he called cheerfully.
"Sit down on the box. Glad to have
somebody to speak with though I
guess all your talk'U be "bout Liza
Ruth. How soon you goln' to get mar
ried? "Dont look llke-s erer," gloomily.
"Fact'ry's shut down, an' I'm out of
work, an' nothln' likely to come till
Spring opens, when there'll be plenty
o' plowin' an' garden Jobs around."
"Well, that's only a few months."
"They'll kill Lisa Ruth fore then.
She grows peakeder every day Her
uncle, tool But then be Just about
works his own children to death, an'
Lisa Ruth's only a niece. Don't give
her half 'nough to eat, an' no clothes.
Goes round this weather In a thin cal
Iker an' with shoes worn to her
tockln-s. An' I cant do a thing." He
dropped down with a force that almost
crushed the box to the floor. "An' I
wiping them on her apron, and bliss
fully unconscious of the powdery ridge
across her nose and cheek, opened the
And there on the veranda, daintily
booted, gowned and gloved, every care
fully marcelled gray hair in place be
neath her exquisite hat stood Mrs, J.
Augustus Blynn, come to pay a call
on the mother of her daughter's most
For one awful moment mother waa
seized with a wild Impulse to slam the
door in the aristocratic lady's face, and
flee from the house ere she disgraced
her daughter still further. Then her
natural good sense and kindly hospi
tality asserted itself.
For you! For yon!" answered the
It was true. Unable to attend col
lege herself, Phylis was determined
Bob should. In the fall be was to
enter Harvard. He had been working
all Summer, but It had been pleasant
work, that of taking parties on the
lake In an up-to-date motor boat be
longing to the one hotel which the
The cool breezes from the lake were
preferable, ah, much, to the dingy back
room where Lawyer Balnbrldge had
his office and where Phyllis was em
ployed as his stenographer.
As Bob's thoughts reached the point
where it seemed as If every bird on the
bough screeched forth words: "She's
recurred to his memory.
"How long has Silas Lovejoy been
going wlth'Abbie Dunn?" mother had
"6even or eight years," had been
the minister's reply,
"Well, I should think they would get
married now," mother bad said. "Since
old Mr. Lovejoy died there's nothing
"Sllaa It a man of habit," responded
the minister. "He's got Into a rut, and
hell stick there till somebody or some
thing Jolts him out ot it"
The mental processes of a child may
be as direct as light, or as circultouu
well, as a country road. After mull
ing It over for a while Sonny-Bunny
ture book. Big Bear was enveloped in
a blanket) and fearlessly went down
the dark back stairs for a last skirmish
before sleeping. After skulking around
In all the dark corners of the garden
without finding any enemy, the eaiitions
Indiaa crept np behind the Summer
house. On hearing voices within, ho
thought bis chance bad come to toma
hawk someone. So be awaited the op
. . .
There! There's your ring. Jack Nor
ton, and never speak to me again,"
only flggared on $50," he groaned.
"Seems like a big husky teller like me
ought to get that But twould hire a
small shanty back In the woods, put in
a few things an' a stove, an' pay the
minister, as' leave a little to start on
groc'rlee. Mighty skimpy, I low, but
twould be taken ear of bar so much
better'n she'll be over there. Xm
scared to thtnk bow shell get through
Daddy nodded sympatbeltcally. "I
know just bow you feel, Bill," be said,
"an' I know Liza Ruth's uncle. We've
Just got to get her away from there."
His hand went Instinctively Into bis
pocket, then was withdrawn with a
rueful laugh. "Oettin' old an' chlldlsb.
Bill," he apologlred. "Now an' then I
forget. Long time ago I had money
down in the bottom of my pockets, an'
when I'm sort of worked up I'm apt to
feel for some. I wanted to give It to
you an' Lira Ruth tor a start But
say, how'd you like to go In with me
.--As in Olden Days
''Wont you step right into the draw.
tag-room.1' ghe Invited, "and excuse me
tor Just a moment I." her eyes trav
eled uncertainly from her floury apron
to her visitor's face, "I was making a
berry pie," she finished bravely.
A sudden gleam of Interest flickered
Into Mrs. J. Augustus Blynn't bored
eyes. "Berry piel" she breathed. She
laid a smooth Jeweled hand on moth
er's gingham shoulder. "My dear, will
you allow me to come into the kitchen
and watch you? Oh, those berry plea
I used to maker' she continued, shak
ing her bead reminlscently, as she fol
lowed mother eagerly into the big,
airy kitchen, "Werent they simply
delicious ah, I see you're using an
working for you! For jou!" bo
slammed the front gate, and stepped
from the curb directly in the path of I
tearing, tooting, oncoming automobile.
The next thing that Bob knew be
beard a groan. Again he heard it, and
yet again. The sound was olose by,
ah, very close. He opened bis eyes.
A face he bad seen before somewhere
bent over him.
"You young scalllwag!" came a
brisk voice', "wait till I get you out
side youll sport more than, one, black
At that Bob tried to alt up but firm
hands kept htm down. In the room
someone sobbed. Came the brisk
"No bones broken- Bruises, Iota of
concluded that it would be a good idea
to mention the subject of weddings to
That afternoon Sonny-Bunny went
fishing in the brook.- There waa a
myth that a trout lived In this brook,
and Sonny had spells of trying to
catch blm. On the other side of the
brook was Mr. LoveJoys potato patch,
and In the patch the owner, hoeing.
Sonny had thought be might be there,
By and by, the trout declining to ap
pear, the small boy went over to visit
"Hullo," respoded the child. He
eat down beside the green rows, In the
shade, and watched the man work.
By-and-bye Mr. Lovejoy cam and
(Sonny recognized the voice as that
of his Aunt Alice)
"This Is final?"
"Then I understand that silence
gives consent," with these words Jack
Sonny sat down and pondered.
Sonny sat down aed pondered.
"What did this mean?" But, being
an active lad, be decided to Investi
gate and enteredtbe Summer houso.
There he taw a white figure crum
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bar as partners r
"Makln' patchwork quilts an'
spreads," explained Daddy. "I b'lleve
there's money In It an' 1 blleve I'm
goln' to be Int'rested I mean I blieve
we all are." Bill waited. "There's
pieces 'nough on the floor an' In them
bags to make fotfy," Daddy went on,
an' there's sale tor such things round
here. I notice some of the stores car
ry Just common quilts marked 11 an'
real hand-stitched piece ones ought to
be worth four times more. But even at
II, osln' these rags, we could make
money. What "specially started me Is
a fair they're goln' to have next month.
Tou tee, they give prises to the fair,
an' ones that want to can mark prices
on their quilts an' tell 'em. They bad
a fair three yeari ago an' I was hired
to keep the ball clean, an' I noticed
they most all sold. Everybody teemed
"I cant sew," objected Bill. "My
Old-fashioned deep pie-plate. That!
as It should be. These modern shallow
onee art painfully inadequate. May I
Just tee your reolpeH
She took the cook book eagerly, her
habitual air of bored Indifference
quite gone, as she turned the pages.
Suddenly she uttered a little delighted
shriek. "My mothqr't Sunshine Cake!"
she exclaimed Joyfully. "There never
was another rule that equalled it, and
I lost hers year ago. She taught ma
to make It when I was a girl, and
folks said It was Just like hers." Tears
glistened in her eyes. '1 could make
that sunshine cake after all these
years, I know X could," the murmured
bait to herself.
By Joeifa Johnson
'em, but let's be devoutly thankful lt't
bo worse, I hope Itfi enough, how
ever, to cure him from throwing him
self In front of automobiles in general,
and mine In particular. I'll run In
again during the day."
"Gee, I bad the funniest dream."
said Bob with yawn. It was in the
wee small hours of the night, and
Phyllis had shooed ber mother off to
bed and taken ber place by Bob's bed
side. "I dreamed you and Dr. Boyd me
each other at Aunt Kate's last Sum
mer, and Just because we haven't got
whacks of 'mon' you wouldn't let him
know where we lived. In the dream
Dr. Boyd came dancing Into the room
Just as it he were young."
drank from the, water jug hidden in the
bushes near the child and sat down to
rest a bit.
"Mr, Lovejoy," said Sonny-Bunny se
riously, "did you ever think about get
"Hey? What? Git marrledt What
for?" cried the man.
"Why lots of folks do you know
and then you'd have somebody to do
the housework," stammered Sonny, a
"Well, I never seemed to get round
"It says on one of the motto-cards
at school, 'Ner put off till tomorrow
what you can do today,' " said Sonny.
"And Moth' says today it all the time
pled is a heap moaning, "Why did you
leave me? Why did I let you go?"
Thit made the child torry for hit
misdeeds so he crept oftlT up to ber
"Aunt Alice, I didn't runaway, I'm
Receiving no answer but the same
"Why did you leave me?" he ald:
''Do you mean me, Aunt Alice, or do
you want Mr. Norton?"
Sonny waited a short while for a re
ply and receiving none he untwined the
spread from about him; giving It to
fingers are too big. I couldn't tew on
"Dont need to coolly. "1 ean.
Been tewin' an mendin myself up a
good many yean. One whan X was
married an tied up with rheumatics,
my wife learned me to knit an' make
lace an' do line atwln." Ill handle the
needle and' you can wash out an' Iron
the rags an' sort of help.
"But that won't be fair to you."
Yes, It will. Dont you see, It'll be
company for me an' "he tried to
Jump up, but fell back with a grunt as
the lame leg refused to take part In
such violent exercise.
"What's the matter?" asked Bill.
"Nothln, only a lot of idees struck
me all at ones, an' I forgot the leg,"
grimaced Daddy, but with his eyes
twinkling. "You're ready to do any
thing, I s'poser
"Anything that's all right," emphat
ically. "Wejl, take my taw an' tawhorse an'
go over to Mr. Green's, the storekeep
er, an' tell him you'll cut all his wood
an' take it out In groe'rles. That'll
fetch him. Put today In there. To
morrow go to the minister's and saw
his wood. Taks that out, too,"
"What in?" asked Bill ,
"Lisa Ruth. But wait till I get
By Aimer Anttoay
Mother's kind eyes were soft with
sympathy, and a erazy little Idea came
Into bar head. ''Dear Mrs. Blynn," she
laid, "how would you" she hesitated,
aghast at the very boldness of the sug
gestion, "why wont you let me get you
one of my bouse-dresses and you ean
make your mother's, sunshine cake,
"Oh!" breathed her visitor. "If you
Ten minutes later Mrs. J. Augustus
Blynn stripped the rings from ber dain
tily manicured hands and plunged
soger fingers Into the big brown' mix
ing bowl In her lap and began "cream
ing" the butter and sugar for the tun
"He la young," murmured PhylJe,
laying ber head on Bob's pillow.
"And he said," continued Bob. "'Ah,
Fve found you at last and I'm never
going to let you go!' Say, honest, sit,
aren't yon sorry you've got a broth
er?" "I'm tort of torry for the girl who
hasn't a brotbsr," came from the oth
er end of the pillow.
"You're a good sport Phil," com
mented her brother, pulling her long
braid of hair. It was bis style of be
stowing a caress, and Phylis with t
happy heart accepted, it as such.
It was some weeks later that as
young Dr, Boyd was picking Bob up
quite as though he were a baby and
was depositing him in the chair by the
window JBob opened his mouth and
shot out these words. "We've troubles
enough without you banging around
"Troubles. What do you call trou
bles?" queried Dr. Boyd.
But Bob was gazing out of the win
anybody ever has to do anything. Yes
terday'! gone and tomorrow never gets
"She's wise woman," said Silas.
"Daddy says a mad without a wife
Is a poor mla'bla thing," remarked
Sonny. "He says Moth' has been the
making of him."
"Mr. Lovejoy," timidly, "are you a
poor mis'ble thing 'cause you ain't
A pause. "Yes, I be!" was the re
ply. "Then don't you think you better gi
married right off?" suggested Sonny.
"Yes, I do!" came the answer with
the weeping girl with tblt statement!
"I guoss you mean Mr. Norton. Dry
your eyes on thit so they won't be red
when I bring him back."
Mr. and Mrt. Thurston who were en-'
Joying the coo) evening on their front
porch were amazed at seeing a little
boy n white pajamas go speeding up
the street, and were thankful that their
son waa sound asleep under the cov
ers. Up the street ran Sonny, never stop
ping till hs reached his destination,
which was when he collided with a
young man who was disconsolately
walking homeward. With what Utile
breath he had left, and with much
Stamping of bis right foot, the brave
Indian gave vent to bis feelings,
"You bad, naughty man! Don't you
know any. better than to make my Aunt
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through. Next day go to Hiram Fot
ter'a an' saw hit two cord tor money.
He's give me the order, but tell him
I'm laid out Take his la and buy
calls an' hinges an' a cheap door an
a one-tub window."
"What forr dazedly.
To build a lean-to room behind)
this. The owner won't care an' be
tides It'll be bis when we're through.
There's a ptle of old slab lumber ha
told me to use tor fire-wood if I want
ed to. It'll be plenty for the lean-to.
You and I'll build or, no, I to rot tho
leg. I'll work on the quilt u you'll
build. You can do It In a day or u day
an' a half, can't you?"
"Yes, but what"
"For me to move Into, of course,"
laughed Daddy. "You an' Liza Ruth
will move In here. We got to get her
away from there, say, "bout Sat'day,
You'll go for her an' take her to the
minister'!, then bring her Btralgbt
here. Lisa Ruth ean help me with the
sewln', an you can bunt round an' do
all the Jobs you can. An'"
But Bill was gone. He bad grabbed
the saw and sawhorse and bolted
through the door.
Daddy chuckled softly, then went
energetically to work at bit piece-sorting.
And In due time the berry pie, all
flskey. golden crust stained here and
there with little purple poolt to hint
at the lusclousness benestb, and the
sunshine cake, a thing of beauty and
fragrance, were placed tide by side U
cool. t '
"I haven't been to happy for years I
declared mother's visitor.
"I'm so glad!" beamed mother cor
dially, then ber blight fact clouded. "I
dont know what Marlon will say," she
said hesitantly, "Maybe I'd better not
"Nonsense!" differed Mr. J. Augus
tus Blynn decidedly, "It's high time
we began teaching our daughters to
"Dr. Boyd," be taid auddenly, "what
do you think of a fellow that allows
hit titter to work herself to sbreda to
put him through college?"
"I tblnk It's high time he put the
brakes on and stopped it," answered
"I'm going to," tald Bob, "and
"Hold on," interrupted the doctor,
"I'm not done. I was about to add and
let her husband advance the funds."
Bob glared at blm.
"I'd see a sister of mine skin her
husband out of the money to put me "
Bob stopped. "Who's she going to
have for a husband?" ha askod suspi
ciously. "She's promised to give me a try at
it," answered the doctor with a grin.
. "I had a hunch It was you," said
Bob with an answering grin. "I guess
all the balm that's been used In this
house tn the put fortnight hasn't been
used on me," he added,
A week later the minister almost had
heart failure when Silas and Abble
Dunn appeared at the parsonage to g
married. Unfortunately Sonny-Bunny
was in bed and knew nothing about it
till next morning. He saw the bill
which bis father gave to his mother,
however, the same that Mr. Lovejoy
had handed bim with the license. It
was big enough to cover the new hat
and the white pumps little mother
Sonny-Bunny feols sure that be engi
neered that wedding and so be did
but somehow hi hat never felt Just
like telling even little mother anything
about bis connection with it!
Alice cry. You ought to be ashamed
ef yourself to make a girj cry. I
wouldn't do that to anybody smaller'n
me. I'm going right home and tell my,
daddy on you."
Ha would have turned to carry out
hit threat bad not Norton stayed hint
and questioned i ,
"How did you get here?"
Sonny's fighting blood was up.
"I t-aq here 'cause you made AunJ
Alice ory. C'mon back and 'pologlze,
same as I do when I quarrel With,
Tugging at Jack's coat In his anxioty
Ul bring blm back to Aunt Alice, he)
told of bow he had overboard the last
part of their disagreement but before
the child bad finished bis tale Norton
caught htm up In hit armg and hut
ried back to Alice,