and gone her homeward way, too, had she not heard a cackling little "

ery fortunate escape, in

y. "I might have gone farther and

-and her mother. Of course, they've got nothing, and had

ade a person with a thinner skin writhe a little.

about those people?" s

But rents are going up in this neighborhood and-

m out of the cottage?" ask

ginary cake of soap between them and was busily washing the Morse affair from his pal

they pay

renting of that particular piece of property. In a business way, he wa

the same sort of a cottage in this v

they should for an owner. I found that out long ago. If I was a younger man, Mrs. Prenti

dy. "And you intend to rais

an alone ain't good pay," said Chumley. "And they're likely

Mrs. Morse writ

g, or go out to day's work-that's what she'd better do," snarled the old man. "This messin'

nd potatoes, my friend," laughed the

man's withered cheek again. He wa

the world for-to work. There's too many of 'em trying to keep their hands clean, an' livin' above their means. Mary Morse is

rites sil

r Morse wants to ape these well-to-do folks that live 'tother end o' Whiffle Street. Keeps her gal

y to bring up girls-letting th

schoolin' is bad for gals. They don't need it, anyway. And all the fal-lals and di-does the

g along?" asked Mrs. Prentice, trying to bring th

t the gal pay the rent for December; it'll be due in a day or two. And she didn't have it. They're often late with

in need of sympat

th his cupped hand to his ear as thoug

repeated

e. I could see that by your keerless handlin' of money," croaked Mr.

Mr. Chumley?" asked the lady,

eh

Mr. Chumley," she added, and turned off through the side street toward her own home, leaving the old man

y years for that. She was not given to charities of any kind. But the thought of Jess Morse and her widowed

se had been really lost I might have made that young girl a lot of tr

ight kind. Somehow-yes-I must