Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1905-10-21


on Monday"
Isn't your husband at work?"
He Is dead Poor fellow, he caught
cold last Christmas, and was buried in
January. God only knows how | have
lived since. If it WASN'T for the kindness
OF neighbOrs. baby and | would have
starved. | can i'll afford this tuppenee,
but | can't walk any further"
We'll, look out now" he said, cheerily.
Here's our bus"
As the vehicle drew up he caught the
brass rail with his left hand. and ward
ed off assailants with the bundle under
his right arm
Quick" he said to the woman. as soon
as the people inside had descended
Jump in
She essayed TO do so, but was rudelv
thrust aside by young man who had
paused ON the roof to light cigarette.
Philip sprang onto the step and butted
the young gentleman in the stomach
with his parcel, causing the other to sit
down heavily on the stairs. The boy
caught the woman's arm with his olsen
gagged hand and pulled her up. He Owed
in after her
You young" roared the discom-
fitted smoker
"'Ere Come orr of it, said the con-
ductor. why didn't We git dahn before?
Dye want lift?" .s's~.-~
Others hustled the protesting one out
OF the way. 49,
"Confound the East End, / say" he
growled, as he crossed to the Mansion
house. What the deuce Lady Louisa
Morland wants to keep on sending me to
that wretched news for l can't imagine.
Anyway, / can tell her this time that the
place is empty, and viii be pulled down
next week" s. ~ .-.-EsiGl !
And thus it was that Philip collided
with Messrs. Sharpe & Smiths clerk, de-
tailed by the anxious Lady Morland to
discover his whereabouts. They met and
bumped into each other in the whirlpool
of London just as two ships might crash
together by night in mid Atlantic, and
draw apart with ruffied feelings, or
scraped paint which is the same thing,
without the slightest knowledge of each
others identity.
Within the omnibus the woman was
volubly grateful. She mad q kindly
heart, and timidly cssayed questions as
to Philips relatives. hoping that she
IN be bound now" she said. that
you have good mother. You can al
ways tell what the parents are like when
you see the children
My mother was, indeed, dear to me-
he replied sadly, again driven out of him
self by the mournful recollections thus
suddenly induced, but she is dead lost
to me forever"
Some people in the bus ceased talking
They were attracted by the strong, clear
voice of this unkempt boy, whose dictlon
and choice of words were so outrageous
ly opposd to his garments. Luckily, the
silence warned him, or his new friends
sympathy might have brought about an
| embarrassing position.
Poor thing! And is your father dead.
too"
''Yes. He died long ago"
'Where do you live now?'
oh he said. Il have been staying in
North London. but will leave there soon,
and have not settled anything definitely
at present Where is the laundry you
spoke Of? will call some day, if may,
and learn how you are getting on"
Il will be SO pleased. 1t is a little
place in James street.-the only one
there. Ask for Mrs. Wrigley."
1T is lucky You understand laundry
work. or things migth 90 hard with you. ="
She laughed pitifuly.
Il don't! They asked me if was a
washer or an ironer. thought washing
required least experience, so | said l was
washer. | am quick to learn, and will
watch the other women If they find me
out | may be discharged.
"Oh, cheer up" he said, pleasantly. Il
don't suppose you'll find it very hard
Her voice sank almost to a whisper.
1T is not the work | dread, but the
surroundings. | was a school teacher be-
fore my marriage. Ny husband was an
electrical engineer We put all our saw
ings into a little business, and then
the end came"
"Not quite the end. | am only boy,
but I've had ups and downs enough to
know that the beginning of next week
may be a very different affair to the end
of this. Good bye"
They were passing the London hos
pital, and he thought it prudent to ahght
at some distance from Johnsons News.
well, God bless you, anyhow" she
said, earnestly.
"'E's got lis 'ead screwed on tight,
that lad commented man sitting next
to her
Better than that. he has a good
heart" said Mrs. Wrigley Most fortu-
nate Mrs. Wrigley-to have encountered
Philip in that hour, which she deemed the
blacklist in her life,
He FASTENED through the familiar bus
tie of the busy thoroughfare with
heightened expectancy, it is true, but de-
void of the least fear that his meteor had
been discovered His mother would take
good care of it. Why, the mere chance
remark of the woman he had befriended
showed that her gentle spirit watched
over him wherever he went. Here was
stranger, a sad toiler among the millions,
who went out of her way to praise the
goodness of one she had never seen. He
laughed joyously. Mrs Wrigley should
have further cause to bless his mothers
memory.