The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1894-11-23

al WILL" said Fletcher promptly,
and was shortly recognize and well
coined by MayIly, who like most ami
mails was not to be confused in a
personality by a mere change OF
clothes.
''You must eat something first.
mother. said Tom as they crossed
the hall to the dining room, where
the table was already spread for
dinner, delicately bright with its
glass and silver, and the autumn
leaves that made crimson wreath
round the candelabra with its white
shades.
II am not hungry" said Mary.
looking straight before her. and Sec
ing instead a bare board, with a
crust and bit OF dried fish upon
it, II have eaten too mucn and too
long. | have eaten right through
the time that he has starvedi'
She rang the bell and Polly came
in.
Il am going TO town for n few
days she said, put mo up a hand
bag and change OF linen-quick. >
The pony carriage came round as
if OF its own accord just as the bag
was ready. On going out MayflY
was discovered IN sole possession,
and Polly stared as mother and son
drove away.
But outside the gate. n scarecrow
jumped up behind. and went all the
way as far as the railway station.
where it once more miraculously dis.
appeared
Fletcher" said Mary. turning
her head once, ''where is MarthaP
lin Whitechapel, ma am, in de-
cent lodging, and very comfortable
she has made it, She sent you her
duty, and was sorry to be away so
long"
Mary smiled into Toms face in
the dark, and Tom grinned back.
CHAPTER XIV.
The tailow candle wanted snufling
and John Anderson stretched his
hand out for the shutters.
There were none, and he went on
reading with difficulty, the light
was so bad. But he persevered,
perhaps because the page was so
much pleasalter TO look upon than
! the squalid room, with its dirty. un
washed floor, its bullying, discolored
walls, ald a dismal ceiling that his
head almost touched when he stood
upright.
A pallet, on which the linen was
clean, tub, portmanteau that had
seen better days. jug and basin,
saucepan, frying pan and SCOT
kettle. with the chair and rude table
at which he sat, completed the fur.
niture of the room. This being al
most at the top of the house, no
blind was required. and indeed the
blackness of the night made one.
though through the obscured glass
no diamond points OF starlight could
shine 1t was close on midnight.
but the miserable place was alive
with shouts and voices, and heavy
steps that stumbled and pounded on
the crazy stairs. The only quiet
spot in it was this little room up
stairs, and Johns privacy was not
| likely TO be invaded, for, no matter
what orgies or rows might be going
| forward. it was an understood thing
that the gentleman was not to be
d disturbed.
So that he had no occasion to lock
his door. and when presently ii
opened, he did not look up. sup
posing it would close again when the
intruder discovered his mistake.
But the steps came right up to the
table where he sat. and a loving
young voice cried: "Dad!" and then
choked as the tall bent figure
sprang up, and the two stood face
| to face.
Father" said Tom. all the color
in his handsome young face. and
tears in his eyes. "Oh! father how
could you?"
For moment Johns heart leaped.
and the warmth of that young blood
coursed through his veins as they
J gripped hands, then he drew himself
up and said proudly:
And why are you here, Tom?"
"Why?" said poor Tom. "Did
you think that because you deserted
us, we were going to desert you?"
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