Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1904-06-23

and, at last, tired, but all in a glow
of delight and satisfaction which every
honest man feels when he has earned
his supper-whether he has earned L
with a pick, or brush, or pen-he
dismissed his men, and wiping the
honorable sweat from his brow,
walked to the cottage
1t was dusk now, and cold, and as he
reached the door a warm glow, as
from a big fire, shone through the
window.
He opened thAEoor and looked in,
then stopped and Stared with astonish,
ment.
Had Aladdin and his wonderful lamp
been at work there?
The room was swept UP and tidied,
big fire burned in the crate, a
spotless cloth adorned with set OF
teathings was on the table, a pretty
lamp hung from the ceiling, and hall
dozen books stood upon the mantel,
shelf.
| Upon a chair drawn to the fire was
thick travelling rug, pair of slippers
stood in the fender.
! There was also an exasperatine
smell oozing from the oven, and a
large kettle sung itself hoarse on the
fire, before which Jim knelt making
toast.
"Hallo!' exclaimed Clifford, amazed.
~. Why, jim, is this magic. or
, what? How on earth did you manage
I to accomplish all this? Why, you are
the cleverest boy | ever met, ana
would make your fortune as a general
servant! Where did you learn the art
of doing twenty things at once?-for
you must have performed that feat to
accomplish all this
The boy turned his face, which had
been toasting as well as the slice of
bread, and grinned from ear to ear.
1t warn't me, sir he said, with a
chuckle. "Least-ways, | laid the fire.
an | swep up the room, but Miss
Nellie did the rest-but there, dang il
all, | warn't to tell 'ee,'
Miss Nellie!" said Clifford. 1T
was very, very kind of her! But how
did she manage it? | saw nothing
going on, Why, it must have been
magic, after ALL"
on, she's mighty clever, is Miss
Nellie, for all she's 50 quiet like, sir
She and me carried the things down
from Mr.. Woods house by the path
behind the cottage, and you was at
work In the end of the quarry. and
couldn't see us. But we had to work
hard, we did" he added. with an EN-.
phatic nod, for she says to me, she
says, Jim, 1t wouldn't do for Mr.
Raven TO know what we're about. TO,
ned think we was taking too much
trouble, which we ain't-nothing could
be too much trouble for him-and try
to stop us. so We sets to work right
hard, and she'd only just finished and
scuttled up the path when you came
up to the door. But look in the nexr
room, sir he added triumphantly.
clifford pushed open door and en-
tered the next room. 1t was a bed.
room, which, though by no means
luxurious, was the picture of comfort
me bed was marvel of heecy
blankets and white linen.
There was carpet on the floor. a
washing stand and dressing-table,
which Clifford saw. as he went up to
1t, contained all the articles of toilet
man need want, and, in addition. a
bunch of single dahlias fit for the
dressing-table of Rothschild.
Them flowers is from Miss Nellie's
own garden, said Jim, peering in,
with the toasting fork in his han,l
shes a great 'un at flowers. is Miss
Nellie; but she's wicked 'un, though
for she says, If Mr.. Raven asks Won
where they came from. you can tell
MIN you picked them. JIM"
And he chuckled as he returned ia
his work. Clifford felt very grateful
Heaven bless all women. from the
least to the highest" he murmurea
The dear little thing wanted to show
me that she thought she owed me he,
me- And they say there are no good
people left. And suppose | mustn't
oetray Jim and thank her. But if Won
knew how sincerely l do thank Won
my child,"
Inc hlue-eyed girl ne had snatched
from a horrible death was a child
Just a good tender-hearted child 10
him. no more.
lie took off his things and went in
for wash with an enjoyment which
1t would be difficult to describe, then
as he examined the contents of the
dressing-table, he picked up a razor
and gazed at it laughingly.
Mot bad idea" he murmurea
Yes, I'll take it Of" and. with a
smile he set to work, and in few
minutes the bread had disappeared
and there remained only mis- mustache,
The alteration in his appearance
was so great and marked that he
stood with the razor in his hand. and
stared at his face in the glass as il
he scarcely knew it.
Good leaven," he exclaimed.
who would believe that it could have
made such differences | feel as if !
We're another person, Why, so | am,
Last night | was Desmond Carr-Lyon.
an out-at.elbows tramp; tonight / am