The daily tribune., 1906-01-12

self.
He could hear the mans voice now.
and he crouched lower, lest he might
be seen.
The poor fellow actually asked me
II l thought @ girl would wait Ave
years for an absent lover, and hadn't
the heart to say what | thought. l
SAID; Yes-twenty yearsl' Poor
CHAP, l suppose he fancies somebody
is waiting for him" O
The voice ceased; and the tramp.
peering out from his hiding place. saw
that Margaret had withdrawn her
hand from the mans arm, and was
walking little apart from him.
SO she hasn't told him anything
about me. Naturally" said the tramp
to himself
He got back to the road, and thrust
ing his hand into his pocket. his fingers
closed on the piece of money. In an
other instant he had dashed 1t down
on the road, and was Fastening back
to the harbor.
That night he spent in an clubhouse
The next day, driven by hunger, he
went to a farm. house, asking for
work. but hoping to get some food.
The farmer, by way of joke, offered
him job. and seemed surprised when
he jumped at the offer.
BY degrees the tramp began to as
sumo the appearance of a decent
working man. He wore moleskins in
stead of his old rags; on weekdays
he worked hard; but on Sundays he
went and lay on the sand and lis
tened to the surf breaking on the
beach, and dreamed.
One Sunday afternoon, little mite,
three or four years old, got surround
ed by the tide as she was building a
castle on the sand. There was not
a shadow of danger, but it was i'm.
possible to reach her dryshod. The
tramp waded through the water.
picked up the child, and looked around
for her mother.
1t was Margaret who dropped her
book and came flying over the sands
Margaret
He put the little one down gently,
and turned away.
In a moment there was a pattering
Of soft footsteps behind him.
Wont you let me thank you--?
oh, Alan, 1t is you! Don't you know
me?"
Yes Margaret, l know you. but I
thought l had better keep away from
you; I've treated you badly, precious
badly. But can't stand by and see
you another mans wife,"
Aunt Margaret! Auntie! Me want
,oo!" piped a childish voice. Alan
Dean gave great start. His heart
beat wildly.
"What?" he cried. you are not
the child's mother? You are not Mr..
Bannister's wife?"
NO. No, Alan. Jim Bannister mar.
ried my sister. IL knew you would
came back. and l waited,"
Your uncle found out after you had
gone" Margaret said, as they made
their way slowly homeward good
hour afterwards. that he was quite
wrong. He had made a mistake in
the accounts, and you were perfectly
honest. He bitterly repented his
words to you and would have writ.
ten IL he had known where to address
you. He told me so himself. And to
show that he was convinced that he
had misjudged you he left you a halt
share OF everything he had. The house
Is yours, and the farm with it."
why. thought Charley Hudson
was to have that. He was the favorite
you know"
Yes, but your uncle thought he
owed you some reparation for think
ing you had cheated him, and SO
driving you away from home. He died
almost four years ago. My sister had
been married some time before that"
And you. my dearest? What have
you been doing?"
"Oh, live in London now. / have
pupils. And, ! have been-waiting."
He turned suddenly and caught her
to his breast. please God. my little
girl he whispered, as he strained her
yet closer to him, our waiting days
are nearly over!"