The poor chap hesitated, touched
his hat and sprinted onward. Then
he turned back and apologized:
"I’m all right, lady. I don't pick
up girls—honest. I don’t, but—l w-as
feeling sort of lonesome."
"Go to a movie," suggested the
woman.
There was another hesitation fol
lowed by a confession that was as
honest as ts the boy had been a. kid:
“I was going to treat you to a eoda
but I haven’t money enough for a
movie—tomorrow’s pay day.”
And because the woman was a
widow who had known the sorrow of
childlessness, she said to him:
The world is filled with lonesome
people—come along with me, son, and
I’ll take you to a show."
Which she did. She told It on her
self.
