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DAUGHTER
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By FRANK FILSON
(Copyright by W. G. Chapnian.)
/ «^LD hater, man Wlmpole, down the the woman- street
| strode
of Tuxtree, a new benignity in
his manner, a new hat on his
head, and a flower in his buttonhole.
He went toward the station, and pres¬
ently ascended the hill again beside a
very pretty young woman,"Who looked
a little self-conscious under the scru¬
tiny of the neighbors.
“Going, daffy?” inquired the assist¬
ant.
“No. I guess he’s advertised so
much in business, with such success,
that he thinks he can get results the
same way "in ills domestic arrange¬
ments.”
Old man Wimpole, who had never
married, had, in fact, scandalized 'flu?
neighbors by advertising that he
wished to adopt a daughter. The news
had been published in surrounding
cities, and, as a result, numerous
young women had climbed the , 11111 , to
retire baffled in their quest. .
The quest was worth while, for old
man Wimpole was worth two hundred
thousand.
Finally the choice settled upon a
Miss Hlgginson, who remained just a
week. The next was a Miss Gray, who
stayed thirteen days. Miss Fellows,
her successor, lasted a month arid a
half, and had expressed the opinion to
Mr. Stiles, only the day before leav¬
ing, that she thought her job was se¬
cure. *■
Why old man Wimpole had detached
three successive females from his
household he proceeded to explain to
Amelia Darragh, who, all agreed as
she ascended the hill, was the best¬
looking and tiie most ladylike of the
lot.
“Sit down, daughter,” said old man
Wimpole, as they entered his parlor,
about which 'the girl cast an approv¬
ing glance. “I advertised for a daugh¬
ter who’d take care of me when 1
grow old, having learned to love me.”
“Yes, father?” inquired Miss Amelia,
blandly; and old man Wimpole looked
at her in something of admiration.
Miss Amelia had already grasped the
psychological nature of the situation.
He admired clever young women.
"I’m a rich man, but I’m not a hap¬
py man,” confessed old man Wimpole.
“I brought up a nephew—Jim Wim¬
pole, by name. I took him from the
Institution where he had brien put
when his mother followed his father
to the grave. I reared him. And he
bit the hand that reared him.”
Miss Amelia remained perfectly si
dent instead of expressing sympathy,
and old man Wimpole nodded approv¬
ingly. Amelia Darragh, with her
black eyes and red cheeks, her atmos¬
phere at once demure and keen, had
pleased him the moment she came
from Tipton to answer his advertise¬
ment.
"He bit the hand that reared him,’’
continued old man Wimpole. "That
was two years ago, after he came back
from college. I am a man who insists
on obedience. Not that I’m hard. But
my son—he was a son to me—went
and married a hussy from heaven
knows where, without saying a word
to me. They telegraphed to me for
forgiveness. I wired back not to show
their faces in Tuxtree, or I'd have
them arrested. Not that I could have
done so. But It scared them. That's
the sort of man I am.”
Miss Amelia opened her lips as If
to speak, and then closed them again.
Old man Wimpole admired that, too.
Few women can do it.
“I wanted someone to take care of
me. I advertised for a daughter.
First woman that eame along thought
I wanted a wife instead. Wanted to
cinch my money. I warned her. But
she would make love to me. Told me
I was a handsome old. man. That set¬
tled her hash.
“Daughter Number Two held out
two weeks till I caught her reading
the dummy will I’d put In the desk,
leaving all my money to the Cats’ and
Dogs’ Friendly and Kcne'voleri t"'so¬
ciety. Then she broke loose. Asked
me if I knew the happiness- of matri¬
mony. That fixed her. She went.
“Daughter Number Three was the
best of the crowd. Sort of sharp-tem¬
pered. I can stand for a natural In¬
firmity, as long as ft’s natural. Can’t
stand for fakes. What started me
thinking was when I told her her back
hair was working loose, arid if she
didn’t take care sh$’d pull it off with
her hat. Never opened her mouth at
me. I tried the dummy will, but that'
didn’t feaze her. I knew something
was wrong. Pretended to be engaged
to a widow up Littlewood way, and
then she sailed in. Called me an old
tyrant and a deceiver and swore she’d
bring suit for breach of promise
against me. I fired her.
“Now remember, I want a daugh¬
ter, not a wife. Get that through your
head, Daughter Amelia, and you’ll
stick, and maybe come into a thousand
dollars when I die. I’m sixty now, and
my father died at ninety. I’m living
on my capital, and if I live to ninety
there’ll be just a thousand left.”
“Yes, father,” replied Miss Amelia,
taking off her hat. “I’ll go and fix
things in the kitchen. You can smoke
all over the house.”
“What d'you mean?” stammered old
man Wimpole.
“What I say. I always mean that,'
replied Miss Amelia.
He learned what she meant rhjring
successive days. First, the cuspidor
was removed from the porch. Then,
CLEVELAND COURIER, CLEVELAND, GEORGIA,
old man Wimpole found that if he
wasn't down to breakfast by eight he
got none. Third, old man Wimpole’s
pipe ' found (lie ash heap—bro- ‘
was on
ken.
Between annoyance and apprecia¬
tion at a discipline which he recog¬
nized he needed, old man Wimpole
was soon reduced to submission.
Very candidly Amelia told him that
the job was no sinecure, that if he
wasn’t satisfied he could look for
soiiiebody ’ else, and that if he did he
wouldn’t get anybody who had her in¬
terest in him. Old man Wimpole
'
agreed.
But he laid traps for her. He
watched her narrowly. He spoke one
evening about the joys of matrimony,
and when Miss Amelia cut him short
he looked half pleased and half per¬
plexed. It was plain that old man
Wimpole had met his match.
It was about this time that the vil¬
lage began to note a curious change
in old man Wimpole. He, who had
held his former daughters under, had
harried and driven them, so that It
was clear whichever one stayed, she
would have more than a servant’s du¬
ties—he, oid man Wimpole, “knuckled
under” to Miss Amelia. The climax
came when the rates collector, hap¬
pening fn, perceived old man Wimpole
upon his knee, meekly lacing Miss
.Amelia’s shoe.
• * ‘‘He’ll' triarry her. She’s’got him,
the minx 1” said the druggist’s wife to
her husband.
So old man Wimpole thought. Des¬
perately. because he knew that the
feminine sex is pastinaster in wiles,
he admitted defeat. He could not do
without Miss Amelia; he could not
do with her.
He told her so. Moreover, he told
her so one evening, when they were
in tiie garden, and there was a moon.
That-shows how far old man Wimpole
was gone.
“Amelia,” he said, "I don’t want you
for a daughter any more. I want you
to be my wife.”
Amelia, who had thrust her arm
through his in the daughterly fashion,
withdrew it indignantly.
“Father, how dare you lay such a
trap for me 1” she exclaimed. “You
know very well you advertised for a
daughter, not for a wife, and you
know what you said to me as soon as
I got inside the house.”
“But this Is real. I love you,
Amelia.”
"You want to get rid of me. You
think I’m going to do what tiie others
did. I don't intend to.”
“Amelia! Listen to me!” shouted
old man Wimpole, so that he was over¬
heard in the street by the curious pe¬
destrians^ “I love you. Never mind
what I said., I want to marry you,
Do yffir understand? I want Witt 1 tobe~
my wife. I don’t want a daughter any
more.”
Amelia looked at him with a sort
•of affectionate glance. “Then, father,”
she said, “I’m sorry to say that - It Is
impossible. In fact, I am married al¬
ready.”
“What!” thundered old man Wim¬
pole. “You have been deceiving ine
all along?”
“In what way, father?”
f’Pretendlng to be a single girl—”
“I beg your pardon, father,” re¬
turned Amelia. “I have never stated
whether I was married or not. It was
you who tacked the Miss to my name.
Yes, I am married. And happily mar¬
ried. And how hav.e I deceived you?’’
"You—you—you didn’t tell ,me—”
stammered the disillusioned old man.
“Why should It be deceiving you
even if I didn’t? Can’t a daughter get
married? In fact, my husband wants
me back in a few days, unless—unless
you want us both to come and live
with you,” said Amelia kindly.
Old man Wimpole glared at her.
“What is your true name? Let me
know who you are, anyway,” he said.
“Mrs. Jim Wimpole,” said Amelia
softly.
Old man Wimpole jumped a foot
into the air. “What!” he yelled. “It
was a put-up job, then—you and that
scoundrel, Jim?”
Amelia nodded, and suddenly two
tears trickled down her cheeks. “Fa¬
ther,” she pleaded, “forgive us both.
We love each other, and we both love
you. And, if you will, you—you shall
have back your old pipe.”
And old man Wimpole, In acquies¬
cence, planted a kiss upon his (laugh
ter’s cherry lips.
Powder as Fertilizer
Powder that has become too weak
to blow a shell from an eight-inch
gun is still able to make a turnip grow
with explosive force, according to the
San Francisco office of the army's
ordnance- division, says the Chronicle
of that city.
The government offers to trade 3,
000,000 pounds of antiquated pyrocel
lulose powder for a reasonable amount
of fresh'powder, sheet or strip brass
for cartridges or what have you?
F’armers are assured that the old pow¬
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nitrate to make two blades of grass
grow where the sword has been turned
into a plowshare.
New Electric Heating
Electric “heat reservoirs” for warm
ing houses are coming into use in
Switzerland and Germany. These are
huge tile-encased stoves of the north¬
ern. • European pattern, usually three
to four feet in diameter and eight or
nine feet high. Electric heating ele¬
ments are placed inside instead of the
usual coal or wood fires, to heat the
heavy slabs of slate and soapstone
which compose the walls of the stove.
Electric power companies offer low
rates for night service so that -cus¬
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fhe sleeping hours, the next day to
enjoy the warm radiation.
%POOR-RIOy0 MANS m
RIS
'EDITH HOLUCK-^ 5
OLIVER
E.OPLE who call bn the Inmates
of furnished rooiris either wait
in the hall while the footsteps
that brought the means Of ingress go
upstairs and become responsible for
knocks somewhere in the darkness, or
go downstairs into Oblivion, leaving
the caller to a personally conducted
tour of exploration for the discovery
of “two flights up; —th door.”
The top floor at Mrs. Cawthorn’s
was an exception to furnished room
rules, for two of the doors stood wide
open all day. The one in front, facing
north, disclosed a tiny, desolate room
containing a narrow iron bed, a chair,
a bureau furnished with meager toilet
fittings, a trunk, and a corner cur¬
tained off for a wardrobe.
The door opposite disclosed an en¬
tirely different Interior. In one win¬
dow a bird in a brass cage sang above
blooming plants
and in the other
an old lady sat in
a rocking chair,
when she was not
peering out into
the hall, or lean¬
ing over the ban¬
isters, or trotting
about on visits.
Every morning
precisely at 7:45
the door of the
north room opened
and a llltle, wea¬
zened shabby old
man pulled the
corner of the
trunk forward to
keep it so. Then
he hung a very
small empty alu¬
minum milk can on his wrist, put its
cover In his pocket, took up a neatly
tied package of refuse.and went away.
Mis’ Bnscjvmb got his story from the
servant the morning she arrived and
found him a case after her own heart.
He was Amos Binks; lie had lived in
that room for ten years.
Christmas drew near and she was
very busy making presents and plan¬
ning surprises and treats among her
multitudinous friends, hut every time
she passed Binks’ door her heart
ached for him, and so the days passed
and It was Christmas Eve.
• Sher'Tffhd'beeir orit shopping ail morn¬
ing; her arms were full of bundles
and her heart of plans; but she
glanced, as she always did, at Binks’
’ door, and what she Saw there brought
her to an abrupt'stop with tears run¬
ning down her cheeks. Poor old man,
poor old man 1 On the miserable bu¬
reau, among the meager toilet tilings
there stood a Christmas tree, a very
smal i one, and as desolate and bare
as the room. Tiie poor, proud old
•creature tiad Christmas In his heart.
She would give him a surprise.
She selected the choicest of her pur¬
chases and laid them, gayly tied with
red ribbons and bits of holly, on the
foot of his bed. She hung the stark
little tree with bags of candy and all
sorts of Jolly trifles, chuckling over
his surprise and deliglit as she de¬
parted to' replenish her stock for to¬
morrow’s festivities. He would never
know. Bless him.
That morning as he was going out
tiie little woman with three children
had popped her
head oxit of the
front parlor door
and asked if she
might leave her
Christmas tree in
his room so the
children would not
see it.
“It’s the last
place in the world
anyone would look
to find a Christ¬
mas tree,” she
said.'
Binks had bor¬
rowed three lumps
of sugar from her.
when he had a
cold and he hnd
worried about having to buy a
whole half pound to return it. This
would cancel the obligation.
“If you don’t make any mess,” he
said sourly and went out.
He had forgotten all about the tree
when lie returned that evening and
he was even more than usually dour
and bitter, for he could not avoid giv¬
ing presents to the children of his
partner and the janitor of the office
building. It was one of the penalties
of wealth. Thank goodness, no one
at the rooming house had the ghost
of an Idea that he wasn’t poor Amos
Binks, although he was Amos Binks,
the millionaire.
He stopped in the doorway of his
room in a paralysis of amazement
when he saw the tree and the pres¬
ents, and then a smile infinitely sly
and sneering broke over his face. He
glanced at Mis’ Bascomb's door; It
was closed, but he understood and
chuckled. He heard steps coming
stealthily upstairs, the little woman
coming for the tree! He stripped It
of Its decorations with hasty fingers
and carried it out to her.
"It’s in my way,” he said testily.
The day after Christmas he deposited
to his own credit at the bank $6.50
which he had intended to spend on
Christinas presents until Mis’ Bascomb
gave him enough to go round, and
keep a nice warhi pair of socks for
himself. *
(&. 1926, Western Newspaper Union. 1
i
Palm Industry Chief
Sierra Leone Asset
The principal industry in Sierra
Leone is the palm oil indusrty. Up
to the present time it has been purely
a domestic industry. The fruits are
collected from the wild palms and are
taken to the villages, where the oil is
prepared by boiling the fruits to re¬
move the oil from the fleshy pericarp
which surrounds the nuts. The nuts
are then laid out to dry In the vil¬
lages, and when dry they are cracked
one by one to obtain the kernels,
which are exported. The palm belts
form the banking Institutions of the
native population. When they are in
need of money to buy clothing or do¬
mestic utensils or to pay their hut
tax, they go to tiie palm belts to col¬
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stores to convert into cash. Palm ker¬
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of Sierra Leone. This country requires
large quantities of palm oil for edible
purposes and for its soap-making in¬
dustries.
Dr. Poery’s "Dead Shot" not only expela
Worms or Tapoworm but cleans out the
mut'.us In which they breed and tones up the
digestion. One dose does it. Adv.
Popular Song Travels Far
The often-asked question of where
do popular songs go after they have
been worn threadbare here has been
answered by a world tourist who re¬
cently returned from India and Africa.
He says that “Valencia,” which came
to this country from Spain by way of
Paris and London, was being hummed
In Nairobi, and it came to Bombay
while he was there. A listless youth
thumped It out of a piano in Zanzibar;
the Portuguese were dancing it in
Beli-a; a boy whistled it half through
the night in Buluwayo, and in Cape¬
town a broadcast station was singing
“Valencia” through the ether.
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Hanford’s Balsam of Myrrh has healed
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Need for Scrub Team
The freshman was watching his first
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after a few downs the gridders were
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“Those fellows are sure muddy, aren’t
they?”
He received no answer, and so in
a minute he ventured again: “Those
guys certainly get muddy, don’t they?”
Again the neighbor was silent, and
for a third time the freshman spoke.
“I say,” lie blurted, “why don’t the
scrub team get to work?”
Answering bursts of laughter si¬
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A harmless vegetable butter color
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Odd Characters, Husbands!
Mrs. Biggs—Husbands are certainly
odd, aren’t they?
Mrs. Diggs—Yes, indeed. Mine gets
ffnad every holiday because I make
him go out to enjoy life.
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Scriptural Reference
Little Gene was very anxious to
know the age of her aunt. She soon
found It was useless to ask her aunt,
so she asked her grandmother. “I
really don’t know,” said her grand
ntotlier, “I’d have to look It up in the
family Bible.”
Gene gasped: “Is auntie old enough
to be in the Bible?”
A Bracer Needed
“This coffee’s muddy, Joe.”
"Yes, probably too weak to stand
the strain.”—Cincinnati Times-Star.
Popular opinion is tiie greatest lie
In the world.—Carlyle.
