Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1905-12-02
CHAPTER XIII.
AFTER LONG YEARS.

4 tall, strongly built man, aged about
A., but looking older, by reason of his
grizzed hair and a face scanned with
hardship-a man whose prominent eyes
impaired an air of alert intelligence to
an otherwise heavy and brutal counter
auce, disfgured by a broken nose, stood
on the north side of the Mile End road
and looked fXedly across the street at a
fine building which drawfed the mean
houses on either hand.
He had no need to ask what it was.
Carved in stone over the handsome arch
which led to an interior covered court
was its title-"The Mary Arson Home
for Destitute Boys" A date followed, a
date ten years old
The observer was puzzled He gazed
up and down the wide thoroughfare with
the manner of one who asked himself:
"Now, why was that built there?"
4 policeman strolled leisurely along
the pavement. but to him the man ad ,
dressed no question. Apparently uncon-
scious of the c0nstable's observant glance,
he still continued to scrutinize the great
pile of brick and stone which thrust its
splendid campanile into the warm sun
shine of an April day.
Beneath the name was an inscription;
These are they which passed through
great tribulation."
A queer smile did not improve the
mans expression as he read the text.
Circulation! That's it," he continued.
I've had ten years of it. And it started
somewhere about the end of that fine
entrance. too. ! wonder where Sailor is,
and that boy. He's IA man now, mebbe
20 or so, if he's alive. Oh / hope he's
alive! ] hope he's rich and healthy and
engaged or married to a nice, Young
woman. Ii I've managed to live in hell
for ten long years, a yOungster like him
should be able to pull through with youth
and strength and bag full of diamonds"
Without turning his head, he became
aware that the policeman had halted at
some little distance.
"Of course, I've got the mark on me"
said the man. savagely, to himself He's
spotted me, all right Well, I'll let him
see l don't care for him or any of his
breed. / never did care, and it's too late
to begin now"
He crossed the road. passed between
two fine, iron gates standing Hospitality
open, and paused at the door of the por-
ter IDdgt, Wnelc IA HtdtNdEb cOHHll5-
sionare met him.
Have you called to see one of the
boys?" said the official, cheerfully.
no. I'm a stranger. It's good many
years since | was in these parts before
In those days there used to be a news
here. and some warehouses at the back,
with a few old shops
oh. / expect so, but that is long be
fore my time. The Mary Arson home
was founded ten years ago. and it took
two years to build. It's one of the finest
charities in London. Would you like to
look round?'
is that allowed ?"
Certainly. Everybody is welcome. If
you 90 in by that side door. there, you'll
find an old man who has nothing else to
do but take visitors to the chief depart
ments Bless your heart we lose half
our boarders that way. People come
here, see the excellences of the training
we give, and offer situations to BOYS who
are old enough"
The man appeared to be surprised bv
the commissionaire's affability He did
not know that civility and kindness were
essential there if any employe would re-
tain an excellent post
TO BE CONTINUED