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* His Baby's Doll *
By rialcolm Campbell
IOHX GRAHAM looked up from kJ his paper, smiled across the breakfast table at his wife, glanced significantly at the little Myrtle, who had already abandoned her plate to lavish caresses upon a haughty and coolly unresponsive dolly, and held the sheet so that she might see a display advertisement. Virginia nodded approval as she read :
DOLLS ! DOLLS ! DOLLS !
Thousands of them, perfect beauties, to be sold regardless of cost ! Dollar dolls for twenty-five cents ! To-day only. Make your little girl happy with a new dolly !
Graham glanced at his watch and rose hastily. He had barely time to reach the office at the usual hour, and with him punctuality was a cardinal virtue. Yet he lingered a few moments when the child held up her treasured playmate, demanding that it, too, be given a goodbye kiss.
The next instant, it seemed to Graham, he was responding to the greetings of the other clerks in the office. He stared about in a puzzled manner, and shook his head impatiently. This was absurd ! To come all the way from his home, and have his mind record absolutely no impression of the journey ! He had been working too hard, earning that much-needed increase in salary. He would ask for a week's vacation soon, and have a thoro rest! With a little nervous laugh he went about his work.
As a matter of fact, John Graham, tho in apparently robust health, was on the verge of a nervous break-down from over-work.
Presently he looked up with a start
as Thompson, the chief clerk, called his name and beckoned for him to come to the telephone. Graham's face went white as he listened to the message that came over the wire, and he turned to Thompson with wide, staring eyes.
"I must go home at once !" he gasped. "There has been a street accident— my doll is broken !"
Thompson flushed angrily.
"If this is intended as a joke, Mr.
Graham " he began sharply, but
paused at sight of the agony in the other's eyes.
"Joke? My God, man! I tell you my little girl is hurt !" Graham cried. "She may be dead !"
"Go home at once — of course!" Thompson replied, in a tone of quick sympathy, and remained lost in thought while the distracted father rushed away.
"There is something wrong with Graham; seems to be keyed up too high," he reflected. "In mighty poor
PAYING SCANT HELD TO THE TARTING CAUTION.
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