, 1902-02-01

1T would-redeem a mani"
way-and, and they will not let me
earn a living anyway"
Then he thought for a long time and
finally muttered to himself:
Il will do it. I am tired of begging
for a chance to earn a crust; l will
tear those diamonds from her-and
they will never know who did it. They
don't know the cunning Of a country
boy made mad by hunger. They will
thank me for raising the hue and cry.
l will fool them and get the diamonds;
and then, then l will go back home
and pay up the mortgage and marry
JEANNE"
Then he laid down in the grass and
waited patiently.
The twilight deepened and the sum
mer night fell with the drowsy hum
Of insects supplanting the harsher
noises OF human industry. More car
riages rolled up to the door Of the
palace opposite and through the open
and brilliantly lighted windows the
man In the park saw hat there was a
gay assembly Of men and women Of
the world of wealth of which he knew
naught. 1t was a beautiful picture ia
look upon for one who was happy but
a terrible one for q man who was
wretched and despairing. The man in
the park gritted his teeth and turn
ing his face from the scene perfected
his plan to seize the string of dia-
monds from the lady's neck.
He was startled from the blackness
Of hi thoughts by a voice Of silvery
sw, 5 which came floating out
fro. lie mansion across the way and
the song-he could scarcely believe his
ears. so straight at his heart did the
singer seem to aim. He listened closer,
he arose in spite Of himself and, hug
ging the shrubbery close, he peered
across the way. Straight to his listen
ing ear came the words,
1.-THE puir auld folk at home, ye ken,
Are frail and failing, sair,
And weel l ken, they'd miss me, lad,
II | came home nae mair,
"The grist is out, the times are hard,
The kline are only three;
[ cannot leave the auld folk now,
We'd better bide a vice."
The blood of the Man in the Park
rushed back upon his heart and
through the mist in his eyes he saw
the homely and honest features of the
old father and mother waiting patient
ly for his return, confident Of this, that
their boy, was a good boy and would
never do aught that would make them
ashamed. Neither had ever lone a
dishonest act nor held a dishonest
thought, and it came to the Man in the
Park that it would be exceedingly hard
to offer them any portion OF the price
Of infamy. Dashing his hands across
his eyes with a malediction at his
weakness he peered through the foil
age. Yes. 1t was her, the beautiful
woman with the silks and Jewels, who
was singing and they were all crowding
about her now speaking words OF CON
graduation. The Man in the Park
sought desperately to control his re-
bellious thoughts. Curse it, why must
she select that particular song to
amuse a lot Of butterfies-that song
that set on fire all his better impulses
against his plan. Hark, she is singing
again:
John Anderson, my 10. John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonnie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the shaw:
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson. my Jo."
The Man In tho Park held his breath.
How did she know that his name wa,
John Anderson. and how did she know i
that he was Il Scot Of the Scots. And |
the sons-Jeannie used to sing it, oh,
prettily; and to sing it at him and
TO tease him in the dear old pretty
way.
And now they crowded around her
again and how beautiful and happy she
looked. They talked and laus Led q
great deal there in the Brown stone
mansion, but the Man In the Park only
thought. At length they prevailed
lpon her for another song, and she
to the piano. The Man in the
ARK held his breath in awe. What
'urther message had she for his bet
er nature?
Clear n sweet ros her voice pene-
rating through the stiffness:
Mid pleasures and palaces, through
we may roam,
70 1t ever so pleasant, there's NO place
like home.
charm from the sky seems to hallov
US there,
WHICH, seek through the world. NJ
neer met with ELSEWHERE"
The Man In the Park sat still go
ID behind his clurpD Of foliaaA. II