Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1881-07-08

clothes, WI .ea they were forced to live
as they G'1d.
She v AS holding baby to her breast.
1t erie shrllly now and then. Its face
WAS gray and pinched. She took It
lor !sn presently.
There's nothing for you. nly lam
mie,'' she said. 1.-The child's sick with
hunger, john
Il know it. Mary" said Vokes. lie
was sitting or his barrow. his head in
his hands. 'What xar do? There 8
nothin' left to pawa," looking at the
straw-bed in one corner. tho broken
chairs. the 20. and pan, in which moth
ing had been cooked that day.
I I'm hungry as baby" sobbcd Mag
gy. Her mother put her arm about
her.
/ I" 1t seems hard, john" she said,
that we must starve when you and me
and Joe is all willin' and able to work. j
"There's no work." cried Eokes, We.
hemently. "There's no standin'-room
any more for poor man on Gods
earth!"
Now Joe, hungry and angry, had just
reached the door as his father said these
words. A sudden resolution made him
turn and run out Of the court
There's one place where's there's
always room! And what's the use for
n boy to try to be honest when he s
starving ?" he muttered.
An hour later he was standing in
front of the house in which the wedding
had taken place that afternoon. The
wide hall door had accidentally been
left open. He dGrted in. In the hall
stood rack, against which leaned some
umbrellas and u gold-headed cane. Joe
seized the latter.
Hoh, You young villain!" He was
III the clutch Of giant of footman
who carried him at arms length, as il
he had been an unpleasant bug, into
the library. A white haired gentleman
and a young girl sat by the lamp
They were pretending to read, but theil
wandering, dim eyes showed that they
We're thinking of the dear girl who had
just left her home forever.
"Hyar's this young thief been a
stealin' your cane, sir!" exclaimed the
footman, depositing Joe on the floor.
Judge ,Ietfreys was nervous and ex
cited, and was glad OF ally diversion fol
his thoughts.
THAT boy! Stealing cried hi,
daughter. Impossible! Why, he ism
older than our Harry"
$50 you were stealing my cane
said the Judge. Didn't you know
you'd be caught and sent to Moyamen
sing?"
"Yes, sir. / expected them to catcl
me-" said Joe, promptly.
And what on earth possessed yol
to do it, then. poor child ?" cried Miss
Jeffreys.
The plying tone was moro than Joi
could bear.
because there's no standing-roou
for the poor in this town but in jail!
he cried, tiercely. That's why
There's lots goes in there this winter a
purpose to get their victuals aud
bed
Judge Jeffreys started and looked a
> him. "There's a good deal of trutl
in that" be thought. "Come here
| boy, and tell me something abou
yourself. and see that you speak tn
, truth. You need not call policeman
Just yet, Simon.
/ joe told his fathers story. The oil,
D gentleman rose and buttoned his coat
' II will go and look into the truth G
+, this, Emily he SAID. ~ want some
thing to employ my thoughts this even
Q ing"
d He returned late in the evening. d"
was all true" he said. 81 gave iher
: food for to night, and as for that matte
,. of the cane, let it pass. Better to II
q move the lad from temptation than
@ throw him fer montLs into the con
e panionship of thieves.
!. 81 have plan, Emily" be said, afte
Q 4 pause. You know | thought {
4 erecting q memorial window in th
@ church in the memory of my brother
What if should take the money an
q with it send this family to the Wes
1 there to begin life anew?" Surel
h. their happiness would give poor Et
o ward more pleasure than any staine
g glass window, if he can look back an
8 see how am trying to do honor to h
7, memory"
d This all happened four years ag'
Last summer, Judge Jetfreys and h
!" daughter made journey to Kansas, an
visited little settlement where, as the
d said, they "had some good friends"
These friends were named Woke
" They lived on a farm which they ha
> pre-empted and titled. There wei
fields of waving corn, oats. whea
potatoes, young apple-orchard. III
If garden was full of red, luscious be
d ries, vegetables, and few dear oil,
is fashioned flowers, which Mrs. Woke
70 had loved when she was girl.
1t 1t was evening when the Judge dro'
'. up to the snug cottage, which was co
- cred with grape vines. a fat, pin
l. checked girl ran out to meet ther
while sturdy young fellow just fro
9, the field, and carrying bundle
pitchforks on his shoulder, held opt
il the gate for them to enter.
a. Father, it is Joe! And there
Maggy!" cried Emily. "What col
as Portable, pleasant home! And there
2. Mrs. Vokes out milking. l will {
- straight to the barn-yard."
* She hurried out to the enclosu
a where the tidy Scotchwoman, wi
at checks as rosy as little Maggy's, w;
Ia beginning to milk motherly old COY
20 Miss Jeffreys," she said. aft
b. the first surprise and welcome we
,e over, your father has rescued who
,g family from ruin! There was
chance for us in the city. There W
III nothing before the children but hung
n. and crime and death. Here we ha
to hard work and health. We sic,
Or soundly, we eat heartily, and, thar
God! We have enough to eat, and son
" to give away.
y Look at my husband standing the
>, with your father. Do you see ho
x straight he holds himself? He "
d only poor rag-picker in the cit
Here he is farmer, as good as Il
Y, best. He has a chance to show what
h in him. He is respected as citize
a He helped build the school. II
e. children ara all well taurht rhero