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“Fir’rst I’ll tell you me name, the
man presently said, in a thoughtful,
unhurried fashion. “I’m Paul Me
Cann. Then I want ye to take that
fifty and put it back in the purse—
I’ll make it up to Gertrude.
“But more than that,” he added,
and was still, Sheila could not have
spoken to save her soul.
“More than that,” he commenced
again, still regarding her thought
fully, “I want to do something for
ye— for your mother. The rent, now.
It is very har’rd on a widow to pay
it, as I well know. And then maybe
one of our ger’rls would have a lit
tle coat—and a hat—something a
ger’rl could use—”
Sheila’s one hope now was to es
cape. The money burned in her
hands; she did not want it. Her
shabby dress had so worked upon
his generous sympathy that he
would not be content now without
some pledge of help; this beggar
should have a hat, a coat, promise
of rent money.
“I am poor, and my mother is a
widow, but I have a hat, and I
don’t speak with a brogue!” she
thought of bursting out. But he
would think she was crazy—
She hesitated. It was too late.
Mamie was in the room, obviously
with plans against little Veronica’s
peace.
“Yes, run along wit’ Mamie, lov
ey,” the father said. “But hould a
moment—” he interrupted himself,
as Sheila was about to go with the
others, “I want your name, me
dear’r, and to hear a bit more of
ye.”
Sheila sat down again, but before
he could speak there was an in
terruption.
“Here they all are!” Veronica
shrilled from the doorway. There
was a great sound of bustle and con
fusion in the hallway; laughter,
voices.
“It’s our Gertrude —she’s getting
married to my boy Peter next Tues
da’,” the man began, when Ger
trude herself interrupted him.
She stood in the doorway, a stun
ning slim girl in a black suit and
carrying sable furs. Her laughing
voice came into the library. Sheila,
who had gotten to her feet, stood
staring at her, and at the man who
stood beside her. A tall man, with
black curly hair—
The floor rocked beneath her feet;
her mouth felt dry and her head
swam. She knew this man—she
knew this man. He had kissed her,
on a certain hot summer night be
side the sea, under a low, hot moon.
No other man had ever kissed her—
it was Peter!
“Uncle Paul!” said Gertrude. “If
you could have seen Norah Gaynor
get mixed up with Peter’s legs com
ing down the aisle, you’d remain
away next Tuesday! Honestly, I
never was so embarrassed in my
life—”
She stared at the red-headed girl,
but there was nothing unfriendly in
her stare.
“Gertie, is your aunt there?” the
judge asked.
Sheila could move her eyes to
him, but she could not look at the
door.
“She was,” Gertrude said. “But
of course the minute she saw her,
Von put up a squawk, and Aunt El
lie went upstairs with her.”
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“I’ll get her!” the judge said. Ger
trude turned back into the hallway
with him; Sheila and Peter were
face to face for one whirling minute.
“Don’t give me away!” she
breathed.
“I won’t,” he said quickly, agi
tatedly. “But I have to see you.
I have to see you. When can I see
you. I have to see you. When can
I see you? I’ve been trying to find
you.”
There was no more time; Judge
Me Cann was returning, and with
him was a tall, delicate-looking
woman who turned an eager gaze
toward Sheila. Gertrude and Peter
| disappeared; the others went back
into the library.
“This young lady bought Ger
trude’s purse at the rummage sale
yesterda’, Mamma.”
“Oh, at St. Leo’s?” Mrs. Me Cann
asked, in a soft, pleasant voice.
“Yes, ma’am,” Sheila managed
to say.
“Do you live near St. Leo’s,
dear?”
“No, ma’am. I live out in the
Bronx. But I work down near St.
Leo’s.”
“She found some money in Gert’s
purse—fifty dollars,” the man said.
“Fifty dollars!” Mrs. Me Cann
echoed, surprised. “She’s terrible
with money,” she added, shaking
her head disapprovingly.
“One ger’rl comes all the way
down from the Bronx to give back
the money she needs, that another
ger’rl loses,” Paul Me Cann said.
Mrs. Me Cann shook her head
again, looked at him mildly.
“Isn’t that so, Papa?” she agreed,
regretfully.
“Ellie, is that fair?” he demand
ed, challengingly.
The woman was serious, sympa
thetic.
“Indeed it’s not,” she said, with
a sigh. “Oh, dear, dear, dear!”
“Well, then, you make a sugges
tion,” he said, belligerently. “You
handle it. Are we going to let it
go, like that?”
Mrs. Me Cann looked with infinite
kindness and with a half-smile at
Sheila. The smile invited the girl
into her confidence. “He’s like
that,” it seemed to say, “but it’s
only his way of showing he is.
stirred.” Aloud she said, “It seems
to me the only thing to do, Papa,
is do all we can to make the other
little girl happy, too.”
There was such goodness, such
simple friendliness and sympathy
in her quiet, middle-aged face, as
she made this suggestion, that Shei
la felt guiltier and more unhappy
than ever.
“That young girl who was here a
minute back is our ward, Gertrude
Keane, and it was her purse you
found,” Mrs. Me Cann went on.
“She and our Peter are getting mar
ried on Tuesday. Judge Me Cann
and I feel very happy about it.”
Sheila was ashamed, dazed, fright
ened. She wanted only to escape.
“Tell me your name,” the judge
said, stopping short in a restless
turn about the room.
“Sheila Carscadden.”
“Carscadden!” he shouted. It was
as if a gun had been fired in the
room. “You’re from Albany!”
“No, sir. We live in the Bronx.”
“I know ye, I know ye,” he mut
tered, transfixed. “Look at the red
head on her, Mamma, She’s Con
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■ Carscadden’s ger’rl. 'Of course she
| is.” He snapped his fingers, walked
the floor again. His excitement com
municated itself to the two women,
and Mrs. Me Cann said sympatheti
i cally, “Now, take it easy, Papa.”
“Con! Con Carscadden,” Paul Me
■ Cann exclaimed suddenly, pointing a
stout finger at Sheila. “That’s who
I your papa was.”
“My brother Neely’s named for
him, Cornelius.”
“We were boys together in the
■ old laundry days up in Albany,”
! the man said. “I thank God for
this, Mamma. I’ve prayed for this!
Manny’s the time I’ve prayed that
I’d run into poor Con’s children.
That was the cheapest fifty dollars
I ever spent, that Gert lost on us.
You’ve hear’d me talk of this Cars
caddens Mamma? This is Con’s
ger’rl.”
“I’ve heard you talk many’s the
time, Paul,” said his wife, almost
as pleased as he, in her quieter
i way.
He wiped his forehead, blew his
i nose. His blue eyes were brim
ming.
“ ’Twas God sint this child our
! way,” he said, clearing his throat.
“I hope it was, indeed,” said his
wife.
“Your father was my fr’nd, my
dear,” the man told Sheila simply.
He sat down, patted her hand; he
was breathing hard. “I’ll be yours.
It
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“And she raised you all without
him, did she?”
You may lay to that,” he said.
“You’ll niver have cause that you’d
regret this night’s work. Con Cars
cadden’s ger’rl. And there’s oth
ers, is there?”
“There’s Joe and Angela and. me,
at home. And Marg’ret and Neely’s
married,” Sheila explained, her eyes
shining with tears.
“And she raised you all without
him, did she?”
“My sister Angela was born after
Papa died.”
“My God, my God, my God,” he
muttered, “all of you, here in this
city, needin’ help, and I not knowin’
it! Well, your har’rd times are over.
I’ll stand to you. I’ll stand to all
of ye.”
He was walking about again, agi
tated, impatient. Sheila was all but
crying; there were tears in Mrs. Me
Cann’s sympathetic eyes.
“Well, she’ll want some supper,”
he said. “Mamie said she’d look
out for her. Con’s ger’rl, and the
spit of his sister Julia. She’d a fine,
coarse head of red hair on her, too.
Mamma, we’U have to kape an eye
on these youngsters of Con’s.”
“We will, Paul.”
“They’ll have fri’nds, now,” he
said, trembling with emotion, his
handkerchief out again. “They’ll
have good times, now. You’ll have
to see Con’s widow, Ellie—find out
what we can do.”
“I’ll do it tomorrow, Paul, “Mrs.
Me Cann rose, held out her hand.
“Come with me, Sheila,” she said.
“We’ll get something to eat, and
then I’ll take you upstairs, and see
if we can’t find a little hat and coat
of Gertrude’s that’ll fit you. You’re
a real big girl, but she wears bigger
clothes than you’d think.”
Talking comfortably, she went
with Sheila through a _yery confu-
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| sion of big, dark," richly furnished
: rooms toward a dining-room and
into a bright clean pantry beyond
it. And here, true to her promise,
Mamie had indeed arranged a meal
of coffee and salad, a little baked
I custard, a chocolate eclair.
Sheila, who had dined heartily on
fish-balls and prune shortcake only
an hour before, realized wretchedly
that she must appear to be raven
ous. When providentially Mrs. Me
Cann and Mamie left the pantry for
a few minutes, she seized the oppor
tunity to pour the custard and the
coffee down the sink drain, and bury
most of the salad in the little white
enamel-ware garbage tin that was
already half filled with dead flowers
and lemon peels. She was eating
the eclair when they returned.
They had with them a heavy soft,
I dark-blue coat with a fur collar—
I the coat of any girl’s dreams, and a
small, soft blue hat.
“Here,” said Mrs. Me Cann, in
her gentle voice and with her gen
tle smile, “these’ll go well with
the bag. They’re Monica’s—she’s
up at Kenwood, and she’ll be glad
for an excuse to get new ones.”
Her hands lingered in motherly
fashion about Sheila, as she helped
to put them on. She smiled at the
result, and Mamie brought her
hands together with one convulsive
clap of triumph.
Sheila, her sense of shame deep
ening every second, hung her head
as she stood before them. It was
all like a nightmare. Their warmth,
their kindness; their goodness were
all completely disarming.
“You’ve the purse, dear, and the
money in it. And tell Mamma that
Judge Me Cann was one of your
papa’s old friends, and that I’ll be
over tomorrow to have a little talk
with her. And you’ve your nickel
for the subway—?”
“You’re awfully kind to me, Mrs.
Me Cann,” Sheila could only mum
ble. She had completely abandoned
the brogue, but neither of the other
women was apt to notice the omis
sion.
“Kind, my dear! When the Lord
has been so good to me,” Ellen Me
Cann said humbly. She went with
Sheila across the wide hallway
again; it was darkened now, but
there was still a dim indication of
lighted lamps beyond the library
archway, and in some smaller room
there were subdued laughter and
the sound of voices. Mrs. Me Cann
herself opened the big front door for
her guest.
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SALE OF VALUABLE PROPERTY
GEORGIA, Early County:
Under and by virture of a power
of sale contained in the deed to se
cure debt executed and delivered by
Ida Hodges to The Union Central
Life Insurance Company on the Ist
day of November, 1934, and recorded
on the 24th day of September, 1935,
in the Office of the Clerk of the
Superior Court of Early County,
Georgia, in Deed Book 45, pages
18-20, the undersigned will sell at
public outcry at the courthouse door
in said county of Early, between the
legal hours of sale, viz., 10:00 A. M.
and 4:00 P. M., to the highest and
best bidder, for cash, on Tuesday,
July 2, 1940, the following described
property, to-wit:
A tract or parcel of land lying and
being in the County of Early, State
of Georgia, to-wit: The whole of the
west half of lot of land number 388
in the Fourth District, containing 125
acres, more or less, and being the
same land on which I now reside and !
being the same bought from Mattie
;H. Wood.
For the purpose of paying the
principal indebtedness secured by j
said deed to secure debt and taxes
on said land advanced by the said
The Union Central Life Insurance
Company, together with accrued in
terest thereon, defaut having been
made in the payment thereof.
Special reference as to the terms
and conditions of said deed to se
i cure debt and the power of sale con
| tained therein is hereby made and
; the same are hereby made a part of
this advertisement.
Said property will be sold as the
property of the said Ida Hodges and
deed made to the purchaser by the
undersigned, as provided in said pow
er of sale in said deed to secure
debt, as hereinbefore stated.
THE UNION CENTRAL LIFE
INSURANCE COMPANY.
J. W. Bonner, Attorney,
Blakely, Georgia.
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Misses Virginia Willaford and
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Mr. and Mrs. Rob Davis and chil
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Mr. Emmett Hill was in Donalson
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Mr. and Mrs. Dennis Mulkey and
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PUBLIC SALE.
GEORGIA—EarIy County:
Default having been made in the
payment of a debt secured by a
deed to secure debt executed by
Mrs. M. B. Woodlief to the under
signed, First State Bank of Blake
ly, Ga., dated October 31st, 1938,
recorded in deed book No. 47, page
513, in office of clerk of superior
court of said county, the under
signed will, acting under the power
of sale contained in said deed, and
for the purpose of collecting the in
debtedness the same was given to
secure, on the First Tuesday in
July, 1940, during the legal hours
of sale, at the court house of said
county, in Blakely, Ga., sell the fol
lowing described lands, which are
described in said deed at public out
cry, to the highest bidder for cash:
Twenty five acres of land, more
or less, in lot of land number 264
in the 28th district of Early County,
Ga., described as follows: Beginning
at a point on the east original line
of lot No. 264, which point is 300
yards south of the north east corner
of said lot, and from said beginning
point run thence due west a distance
of 450 yards, thence due south a
distance of 125 yards, thence due
west a distance of 100 yards to
lands of J. B. Still, thence running
south a distance of 115 yards, thence
due east to the east original lot line
of said lot No. 264, a distance of
550 yards, thence north 240 yards
to point of beginning.
The undersigned will execute a
deed to the purchaser as authorized
by the terms of the deed aforesaid.
This June 6th, 1940.
FIRST STATE BANK
OF BLAKELY, GA.
A. H. GRAY, Attorney.