PAGE FOUR
steps and ran his fingers through his hours each day. His secretary open-
red hair. "I ain't lost nothing but ed the business mail as usual but
part of me supper hour. But I wish stared at the strange childish writing
winch zig-zagged across the envelope
I'd find what sonic one else lost!"
that?" Becky said in an alarming manner.
By ISABELLA R. HESS.
"An' what was
and he
It \N
es unusual atleast,
that out loud, but kept repeating in
a penny,—but pennies were scarce--
heart, "Nobody lost that—God handed it to Mr. Winchell, who stared
at it too, and remarked, "Another
and Jim Dolan had cause to know how her he
many it took to make a dollar. She sent
it!" night," explained Jimmie ob- begging letter, I suppose!" But even
"Last
i , ,
c , -
r s li,i
poll ie s, 1 . 17,6ba atn iyi 'sas p i t e u vtian
couldn't see him tonight, but she was.
fr, sun
ed her hand anyway, just for the com- liginglY, 'one of the big hugs of and
As she peered, she saw a man reach, Just before the train ran into the tun- at the curving lips and the di h is
turned from
his hand out of the window to shake nil he dropped out of the window a cheeks, he abruptly
his
,
the ashes from a cigar, and she saw, little pocketbook that he'd been show-secretary
or perhaps idly fancied, that some- ing to a man. Ile ain't sure how much h.
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it
.
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s
e
d
s
v
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ifttelyz
ned
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ri
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re
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tu
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.
110,
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thing fell from the window. She for- was in it—and he don't care—but he iki
got it in a moment, as over wearied, says he'll give a hundred down for the the
aor?,ti‘s (,1,
pushed
aside
si
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s
t1iIiithnt rho
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him.
ni, :.
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gninai t, Isr.
she rested her head on her tired little Picture that was in it!"
such
the
arm arid gazed dully into the gloom,. "It must ha' been a tine picture, "
things as
but, later, when another engine toot- observed Becky, looking absently details of a great railroad system, and
ed its way down the track into the down to the tunnel.
slowly read every word of Becky Lip-
"IC was his kid's picture a:' the shitz's ill-spelt, illy-written letter.
tunnel, she began to wonder idly what
And when he had read it all he blew
it could have been that she had seen kid is dead, and it's the only
Ythentb . oni : his nose vigorously, and felt some-
l
fall. Likely a piece of paper—or an- ever had, an' he was crying,
other cigar! Anyway it was right in said, when he told him atsait it. 11% thing creep into his throat that in a
front of the house, and the rain had sent a nitro down the track this morn- weaker man would be called a sob.
ceased beating against the window; in' to look, un' they went through the
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Detroit Merchant of the Hadley Buying Organization
y hail slipped into a
w
c m ozy nook of the great restaurant and
cheery
faded wallet. She was tossin g it aside the
h dp
d f r
ala
aaio.
o
ll
the
music
from
the
hidden band had
d roppe d from it The d
t
when a picure
. vini l itli.b'tienctaitiuhsa:
. ep .
f e i r e u, o on
edges were slightly wet with mud but, Her mother was brighter that eve-
a dainty little baby face looked up in- ning than she had been for a lung '
iwaiter
isIor'le
ecyynini
to her own the lip s t were curls
atter o f the
part of the indispensible furnish-
was a dint- p listening lip the merry ch h
in a faint smile, and
e,
ple in the fat check. Becky held her girls who dropped in. "She wouldn't
g— h eb7(B1 i r le w d r
breath—then put the picture to her smile if she knew! She never would laid
the
!owes,
lips, "Oh you sweet, sweet, darling touch a thing if she knew!" Then re- 171'1 it
y
Her little belliously came the thought, "But I until her lips rested upon the smiling
baby," she whispered.
eighteen cents an' fifteen cents!" ones of the child, and her muff went
woman heart swelled at the baby owed
charm and her eyes filled with tears. And then slowly crept in a thought of up to hide the fast falling tears. They
"I'm awful glad I got you—I never the dimpled face. "But maybe
he fell even faster when Becky's letter
saw any baby so sweet—maybe you- does need that! Maybe the baby's sor- was unfolded, and the rich viands
an. an angel—I love you!" and she ry, too, 'cause she aint with him! went untouchd, and the graven Wait-
held it lovingly against her cheek., Maybe she aint sniffing in heaven just er wondered inwardly what could so
NOW
The wallet, neglected, lay half open • 'cause her father is missin' the pie- have moved the usually impassive Mr.
on the table; Becky glancing down,, lure." Then her eyes tilled with tears, Winchell. It was a strange lunch—
and she poked the little stove to hide hut Mr. Winchell's eyes, when they
,
saw a bit of green paper sticking out.
„ met the blue ones of his wife, so
I
She looked at it fascinated, then laid them from the others.
"I could give it back anyway-
stiangely
like the baby's, looked forth
•
the picture carefully down, and pulled
I
the paper out. A five dollar bill! and she thought, after the girls had gone, an unspoken understanding.
Gray •
They themselves could hardly have
another! and a two dollar bill! Becky, and her mother and the children were
felt herselfstiffen out as she reckon- as lee p. "1 don't know his name—an' told how it happened—how they simp-
ed—twelve dollars! Her mother turn- • I couldn't tell Jimmie— an' anyway- ly like two children, had run away
ed and moaned—and instinctively faint got the two dollars any more! from busy New York, early in the at-
in
Becky swept her treasures under her Maybe I'd get arrested and then who ternoon, and had found themselves in
in
a run But the mother didn't waken would take care of the housF and a the smaller city far up the river, when
Max.
a .
so she carefully put the picture and mother, and Tillie and
the early dusk had fallen. How they
the money back into the wallet, and subbed aloud at the misery of it all.
frightened honest Jimmie Dolan al-,
For comfort, she looked again at the most speechless by sending for him to'
hit it under a loose board beneath the
baby's
picture
dimpling
in
the
faint
come
to the private office of the man-
table.
She was dizzy from excitement— gleams of the little lamp. Idly finger- ewer, when his local drew into the
station;
and smoke-blackened and oil
twelve dollars! She could pay four ing the wallet, she felt something
dollars for last month's rent, and four else within and drew it forth. It was begrimed, he had stared wonderingly
a
and
Becky
carefully
spelt
it
card,
.
at
Mr.
Winchell,
and
the dainty ap-
more for the present one—that would
,
F. Winchell, 06 Broad- parition by his side.
be eight! She'd pay the eighteeen out. "John
way,
N.
Y."
Now
she
knew
his
name!
cents and the fifteen cents—that
"And you are Jimmie Dolan?" Mr.
would be—well, she wasn't sure, but Maybe God put the card in just to find Winchell held forth his hand as if
there'd be heaps left—and she'd buy out if she was honest enough to g ive grasping such a begrimed hand were
meat for her mother—and milk every the money back! Wasn't this the time his usual custom. Jimmie only nod-
day for a week—and other wonderful of year when Jews must look inside, ( 1 e d in return.
luxuries.
Then, "The
suddenly,
her breath their hearts and see if there is sin
came
faster!
money—ain't—
there! Becky shivered at the thought.' "And—you—you know Becky Lip-
1 shitz?"
mine!" she whispered to herself! But surely God must know and under-
I Then Jimmie lifted his eyes and
She clinched her hardened little hands. stand how badly she needed it.
jos hnh(l.avvinileyh. en What
benthtihse egyreebartow
"It is mine! I don't know whose it is
All night long she tossed about
heel
could
; i
—it fell out the train window—and bed, shared wits Tillie and Max w
—it
sh
d ee., of little Becky Lipshitz! Mr. Win-
my mother is sick—and it must be
saw his expression and held out
mine!" Twelve-year old Becky, with envied their deep slumber, as,
letter; Jimmie Dolan carefully
her lips tightly pressed, crept into bed eyed
and
her the
sin-burdened
t 1
ruth. . And
t
out
soul sleepless,
argued Out
wiped
his hands upon his greasy over
w
to try and forget her ethical st rugg le when she did fall asleep, it was
to
ells and held the letter with two fin-
dream herself in a narrow grated cell,
in sleep.
with
the
baby's
accusing
eyes
fixed
gers
as
he read. Perhaps it didn't af-
he arose with the sun the next
u on her. With the dream afresh in feet him quite as much as it did the
morning, and the sun arose as early
her mind, she arose early the next first readers—he knew the life and its
as it dared, as if to make up for the
utter gloom
of the day
before; to
but
the
sunshine
brought
no smiles
Becky's
morning, and hurried through the trials, and its hardships, and he felt
the bitter truth throbbing in every
morning's work; she had made up her
r back in
a
mo.meIle handed the lette
word
mind
wnat to do—perhaps she would
freckled face.
gr
nt, and only said, "The poor
"Your're better this mornin
he arrested and sent to jail—but she
little kid!" Then he looked Mr. Win-
Becky scanned her mother's face anx- would show the baby that she really
"She's a
, shell boldly in the eye.
iously as she spoke. And her mother was honest. And beyond all else, how
could she face Rosh Ilashona and' mighty good girl, is Becky Lipshitz,
seeing the drawn look on Becky's
Yom Kippur with that sin on her and she wouldn't steal a cent if her
own, tried to answer cheerfully. "Yes,
life depended upon it. ❑ er folk's is
p
better. By and by maybe I'll sit up soul? Ut what use would her pray-
Jews and she's straight as a die."
in a chair for a while.
era be?
When her mother slept during the
Two cents for a stamp—one: cent "Oh we know that indeed we do!"
. Mrs. Winchell put out a dainty gloved
morning, Becky drew
for • sheet of paper—and Mr. Gioscia • hand and Jimmie shrank away from NEW YORK,—(J. C. B.)—The
let from its hiding place under the
had obligingly thrown in an envelope it hastily. "And we want you to take Cleveland office of the Keren Ilayesod
floor. She held the picture close to
y- us there to her house at once! Mr. has received a threatening from the
the window, to see the dimple and which, although rather dirty an fl
laughing lips. "Little baby, don't you specked, was certainly cheaper than Winchell offered a hundred dollars re- Ku Klux Klan, commanding the Bu-
1 am—my buying a clean one. When the few' ward and she must have it tonight, reau to cease its activities unless it is
think I ain't honest!
mother says Jews must be 'special dinner dishes were dune, and h.r the poor child! Please take us there ready to accept the consequences, The
honest! But the rent ain't paid— mother was asleep, Becky spread her at once!"
report is taken from the Cleveland
ii,
and I owe to the grocery—and she materials out upon the table, and with
mmie repeated aghast! Jewish World which prints the full
At once,
once;' Jimmie
ought to have milk an' things. May- . haggard eyes, thought out the best "I can't! I got to go out on the next text of the Klan's letter, as follows:
be God sent the money just a purpose way to write the truth. The bit of '
"As 100 per cent Americans we beg
' lead pencil which she kept on the man- local!'
for me!"
"Well, you mustn't." Mrs. Winchell to inform you that you must close
And still the baby's face smiled up tel did not seem to fit her hand, and
your offices in this city and in the
trustingly into hers. "Maybe you're • all she had learned of letter-writing spoke with an air of authority. "An- country. We give you 60 days in
an angel, an' God put you in to make when she had been t school seemed other man will have to go, won't he?" which to cease your op erations.
If
me know Ile sent it!" whispered suddenly to have taken flight. She turning to her husband, and to the
all act with-
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She took the - two dollar bill and hur- letter which her mother had received glance at her determined face and out pity. We believe that you will
tied out through the yard, and paid from one of the shop girls who had said any number of men would he carry out these requests before it is
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the bread that she could buy and and carefully copied the salutatio.
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and
And so Jimmie Dolan took them
"Dear Friend, I (age my pen in
pay for! and a bit of butter, and of
lands."
hand to let you know i am well and down to the track tenements, debat-
The letter, here translated from the
tea, and the little meat for her moth- .
ing in his mind whether Mrs. Win-
er! And a red apple for Tillie and hope the same of you."
l
is sign" "Ku Klux Kan,
But surely the rest didn't fit her shell's dainty feet had better tie led Yiddish ,
W. S. h It and written
another for Max—for a moment she
dreamt of buying one for herself— case, and after long thinking, and de- through the gangway and the ward, Grand Goblin, J. la F.
isn p
but her throat seemed to close up at liberate spelling of words, she man- or down the track, either way being in ungrammatic
e letter has been f orwar d ed
aged to tell her story as best as she quite impassable for the automobile, typed. Th
d
o lice Officials and
the very thought.
which halted before Gioscia's grocery. to Cis velan
Her mother was awake when the cou ld .
..Jimmie Dolan what fireman on the to the intense excitement of the loung- an investigation will be made.
meat was cooked, and Becky sang a
gay street air to stir her heart. train lives near me and told me you ers there.
Becky Lipshitz stiffened out with CUNARD LINE CUTS TIME
"You'll eat meat today," announced lost your pes'ketbook out of the win-
Becky gaily. "There never was so dow and i found it by the track cuz i dread as she saw them, and had a su 1-
TO WARSAW TO 8 DAYS
saw it fall out of th window and i den vision of jail and policemen—
much in the match box before."
"But Israel wasn't here? And last love the baby. I never did see such a then she held out her hands appeal-
The Cunard line has now completed
night no girls came!" answered the nice baby tx•fore and i went and spent ingly and lifted her eyes to meet the
mother wearly, with eyes that filled some of the money cur. i owed ateen tear-filled ones of Mrs. Winchell. a system of arrangements by whic
every time the match box was men- cents to the Eyetalyan and fifteen Heedless of the almost priceless sa- passengers traveling via this route
tioned. et nts for meat an my mother is aw- tiles, and her own accustomed dignity, to Cotinental points will enjoy quick
"Nu?" demanded Becky. "They ful sick and i bought her some meat that lady took white-faced Becky into transit to their various dnations.
gut sisters and brothers to run their to eat. An Tillie and Max are awful her arms and held her against her Special trains and connectingg steam-
errands in the rain and wasn't you good young ones but they aint had child-hungry breast, and sobbed. And ers will be kept in readiness in Cher-
II last evening when they was much since my mother's sick and i Tillie and Mr. Winchell, and Max and bourg, Southampton, Liverpool and
•1
will
f te
two dollars what i spent. I hope you vast Babel of sounds.
right.
The Cunard Company has offices in
"You will!" Becky net the lunch on wont get me crested cuz there aint
There really isn't, any need to tell -, all the principal cities and these are
the chair beside the cot and held the any one to take core of my mother and the rest of the story's! How Mr. Wi
mother
could
d
Max.
An
im
awful
sorry
Tillie an
chell's lawyer proved to the strenet operated by members of its own high-
m eat up so that her mo
catch the odor. "Soon you'll work— the baby is dead but i guess shes an railway attorneys that Mrs. Lipshitz's ly trained staff. These officials will
rend
p
wi-
and me too! Eat it now before it gets angel now and is loving you anyway injuries were due to the railway's out charge and will give particular
same as my mother says about nip negligence, and literally forced them
cold."
Becky's eyes glistened as she watch- father. And next week comes New to pay for a private room at the hos- attention to passengers holding pre-
paid certificates.
ed her mother eat—and when Tillie Year's cause tin a Jew."
pits!, and doctors and nurses, and
In addition, arrangements have been
and Max came in and danced in glee
Becky read it over carefully and other unheard of luxuries.
How
ssist passengers
p
at the plentiful supply of bread and dropped many a tear upon it before Becky marshalled the children out of completed to assist
at the
milk, and the red apples, then she had she copied the conclusion of the letter the tenement into a sunny little a art- various frontier railroad stations in
mid, matters relating to passports and cus-
to Mink very hard to keep the tears spread out before her.
meat in a for different neighbor h
"With regards to all i am your true and proceeded to take up the tangled tom formalities. The Cunard Line has
back.
a transit agent on all principal routes
"pint you hungry?" queried Tillie friend.
ends of her education where she had
and he will gladly give assistance to
wonderingly. "Why don't you eat?
left off. And Jimmie Dolan who made
Becky Lipshitz."
aint there,
There is enough today, ■
It was done. Before her courage rapid advance in the railroad's see- passengers frem Cunard Line steam-
s Every
very e
will be exerted to
'.
Becky? "
should fail her, eke hastilly addressed vice, says that Mrs. Winchell will er
ensure rapid transit.
"I always have enough to eat," lied it and ran with it to the letter box up- "sure look after Becky!"
Becky bravely.
And when Becky tried once to ut-
on the corner.
"0—o—oh! Becky!" Tillie pointed
It was • quiet Becky that evening ter all the gratitude in her breast in LATVIAN PREMIER REPLIES
an accusing finger at her, and gazed
at her severely. "That's • story! we —no cheery words for the girls—no one great burst of incoherent words,
WITH REGARD TO REFUGEES
• stories for the children—a heavy-eyed Mrs. Nt inchell whispered, "For the
don'ever!"
Tt n
e Becky who was urged to go to baby's sake, Becky—it's only • bit of
.
RIGA.—
J. T. A.)—The Latvian
he house was never so well cleaned pal
before—Becky scrubbed all afternoon bed early, and rest, lest she too be- what I'd do for her!'
Prime Minister, Maierovitch, replied
to keep from feeling a heartache. come ill. So she crept wearily to bed,' And Becky understood, and whirpp to Tchitcherin, Soviet Commissar for
When dusk came, and she sat at the only to lie awake and wonder as to the ered back, "I know it! I'll try to;' Foreign Affairs, who had protested
little window, she saw Jimmie Dolan fate of the letter, and of the girl who good and deserve it, for her sake, too; against Latvia's excluding the Jewish
pass, looking searchingly along the wrote it. and my mother says the baby knows refugees returning from Russia.
' Maerovitch's note declared that the
And while she lay there and won- and is glad, too!"
track. She could feel her heart thump
From the mantel, a baby face look- restrictions are not directed against
madly as she went out on the stoop. dered, her letter was speeding down
"Did you lose anything, Jimmie'." the river, and in the morning was laid ed down upon them—the blue eyes Latvia's foreign-born citizens return-
on the great oak desk in the big office' shining with light—the lips curved in ing from Russia, but against persons
she asked curiously.
i bearing false refugee papers.
"Hello, kid!" Jimmie stopped at the , where John Winchell spent • few , a smile.—(The Ark).
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