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TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
vain search for work, returning home wan and worn, at the usual hour, in order to arouse no suspicion.
But after the frugal meal was over, Kathleen was alarmed at the strange gaze her mother had fastened on her.
"Kathleen/' she said, smoothing the shawl that covered her, * ' what has happened?"
"Why, nothing, mother dear, noth " But Kathleen could deny
Kathleen put her fingers to her lips, and pointed toward the woman on the lounge.
"What is it?" she pleaded, in an awed whisper.
"Mr. Linden died in the Graduate Hospital, about two hours ago. ' '
"How terrible!" whispered the girl.
"He spoke something of a document in your possession."
THE MISER CHUCKLES OVER HIS MONEY
no more when she looked into the clear, all-seeing eyes of her mother.
"There, there, dear." Kathleen was now weeping on her mother's breast. "You will do the best you can, I know."
But already the girl could feel, thru the woman's feverish, trembling hands, the injurious effect of the bad news.
A knock came at the door. Kathleen opened it, and a tall, middle-aged man, with a kindly face, stepped in.
"I have bad news," he said.
' ' I know nothing of it. ' '
"Suppose you call at my office in the morning."
He left her a card, and hurried away.
Her mother had fallen asleep. She softly tiptoed to a large chair, and sat down to count her funds. In the handful of things she took from her bag was what seemed to be a man's cuff. On one side was pinned a yellow laundry ticket. She turned the cuff over. There was writing on it, in a scrawny, senile hand: