Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-08-04

vagabonds for miles around. There are,
I suppose, other mansions in the vicin-
ity TO be considered. The lad appears
to be a truculent young ruffian. What's
he doing here? What are you doing
here, you, boy-eh?"
The boy opened his mouth to repeat
he stereotyped excuse that he was do
ing no harm; but, remembering the
former caution, substituted the follow
ing:
Il was done up. sir, was, and sees
the barn door a-standing open. and
lust walks in and lies down for bit;
and he comes in and he collars me and
pulls me apart"
"Ah. Now we are coming to il. You
saw the barn door open, and you walk
ed in. | suppose, IL you were to see
my hall door open. you would think you
had a right to walk in? You are a
tramp, aren't YOU"
No, amt no tramp, sir" objected
the boy.
"Oh, do you mean to assert that you
belong to these parts
I'm from Lunun, sir"
oh, you're from London. Did you
come here by rail?"
No, sir"
by coach, carrier, or private convey
ance, them"
Please, sir. walked"
Exactly. You walked. Now, how can
you say that you are not tramp"
The boy had evidently strong objec-
ton to the term, but he was not equal
10 the task OF extricating himself from
the cul de sac of Mr.. Porcher's logic. He
hung his head, and his young face as
sumed a logged, sullen expression.
Come, come" said the vicar. "You
mustn't show bad spirit my boy. We
are questioning you for your own good
You must try and give some satisfac-
tory account OF yourself"
~ can't" said the boy. HE collars
me fer nuthin," indicating the French
man, "and he calls me tramp, and"
rhe rest of the sentence ended in a
whimper, choked back by his ragged
cap.
Come" said Di, her little hand tap
ping the lads arm, speak up, my man.
Tell them who you are, and where
you are from. and where you're going"
My names Blake" the 10y said,
Flames Blake, and I'm from Lundun.
That is, | belongs there; I've come
from Evesham now"
You come from London and Eve
sham, and you've got here, but you are
not a tramp. Now, my boy. be careful.
What took you to Evesham? What
brought you on from there here? How
do you live?"
All, my little friend Tou shall tell
US that" said the FrenSssaan, who had
been silent so far, regarding the cap
tive OF his prowess with no favorable
glance. You shall answer now,
though you not tell me what you do
in the barn.
What does he want to put his spoke
In fer?" demanded James Blake, who,
though awed by Mr.. Porcher and Mr.
Leehlade-whose authority and i'm
portance he could understandable
clined to be polite and servile to the
foreigner. "He amt got nuthink to
do with it. l couldn't get work IN
Lundin, and ] come out to look for my
uncle, a gardener what used to grow
apples for Cuvint Gardin. And /
couldn't find i'm, and l come on here
a-looking fer work, and-and l was
tired, and done up, and l dunno why
everyone should go agin me- and an
unmistakeable sob this time found its
way into the lining Of his ragged cap.
NO visible means Of support, that's
very evident" said Mr.. Porcher
Il seem to have heard that story
about looking for a relative before"
unused Mr.. Lechlade. It's an old
dodge Where was it your intention
to go tonight, my boy?"
Il wasn't goin' nowhere"
People mustn't sleep on private
premises. you know" demonstrated the
vicar. You'd better beg this gentle
mans pardon" indicating the foreign
er, land then perhaps Mr. Porcher will
let you go if you promise to go the
casual ward and not loiter about the
streets You can call on me at the
Niearage in the morning"
With sudden twist the boy olsen
gagged himself from Dis OBTAINING
hand, and lodged through the circle OF
listeners.
Il amt a-goin to no casual ward,
he painted. I'm not having any. Let
me alone; I'm off"
He turned and run. and the next min