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TEE PAY-AS-YOU-ENTER MAN
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''What is it, Boy o' Mine?''
His hand reached up, seeking hers wistfully.
''It's the kiddies, Josie — the turkey for them "
"Yes, dear?" waiting breathless.
"I — I dont see where it's coming from this year, Jo. ' '
The sad little silence tagged the slow-coming words. He fumbled in his pockets, emptying their thin trickle of change.
"That's all there is left of this
checked his halting words. "Haven't we got the dearest home in the world — and more than half-paid for? Haven't we three of the dearest children— yours and mine, Henry? Haven't we each other, dear? Then aren 't we rich, I 'd like to know ? You tell me!"
He looked up into her tender face, sweetheart's, mother's, wife's, a great lump choking him.
"I'm rich, God knows, my wife," he whispered against her cheek.
HENRY TARRIES TO ASSIST HIS CO-WORKER
month 's — and next. There 's the house payment and a commutation-ticket and Ted's new suit "
"And Dickie must go to the dentist," she nodded, "and you ought to have a new coat. Boy-dear. ' '
' ' Not half as much as you ought to have a new hat, Josie. But — I'm.
sorry about the kiddies, Josie "
His tone dragged.
"Yes, dear."
"I wish I could give my wife and babies new hats and turkeys "
' ' Hush, Boy ! ' ' Her rain of kisses
But the next day, over his silks, he could hear, above the clamor of the cash-registers, the clear little shout that had trailed after him that morning: "Dont forget the turkey, daddy ! ' ' and his smile became a little hard to manage.
On the edge of the dusk that night the salespeople bantered in the spirit of holiday. For a blessed twentyfour hours they were free of their shackles, and the world was theirs.
"Hi, Sadie, whatcha goin' do tomorrer t ' pass th ' weary day ? ' '