David and Martha Waldon had reached the evening of life; yet despite the fact that David had worked steadily as head draughtsman for over thirty years, they were still practically penniless. This was partly due to the couple's philanthropy...See moreDavid and Martha Waldon had reached the evening of life; yet despite the fact that David had worked steadily as head draughtsman for over thirty years, they were still practically penniless. This was partly due to the couple's philanthropy and to Martha's ill health. Had not the Columbia Construction Company changed hands, all might have gone well, for they generally overlooked any error that his failing sight had caused. Not so the new manager, however, and as a consequence, David was soon in search of new employment. From place to place he went, receiving always the same reply, "too old." David's none too robust health unfitted him for steady manual labor, and his eyes for the work he could do. So within a year's time, not only the little they had saved, but every piece of furniture that could be spared had gone, while Martha, without proper medical aid or nourishment, lay hovering between life and death. Almost desperate, David snatched up their only clock and hurried toward the pawnshop, hut ere he could reach the door, two romping children ran against him. He fell, and the old timepiece lay shattered at his feet. Officer Dolan was so moved by the old man's despair that he straightway decided Martha must have the best of care. Alas! It was too late. Her tired, patient spirit had passed to the Great Unknown, while David, whose benevolence had brought him to poverty, was hustled, with business-like promptness, off to the poor-farm. Written by
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