Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-06-10

| HIS remLnueu TuHlp tudl tuoIc was still good deal of shopping to be done. He was about to leave the room for the purpose when the valet said: I "Another portmanteau has arrived for monsieur. Will you be pleased to unlock it?"
 '.No," said Philip. "It must remain untouched" He smiled at the thought of the sensation Ais tattered rags and worn boots would make in that place. Yet just week ago he passed through the street outside bound in the pitilesS i rain for Johnson's News and bent on suicide.
 He walked into Regent street and made a number of purchases, not for getting some books. A double silver mounted photograph stand caught his eye It would hold the two best pie lures he possessed of his father and mother, so he bought it. He also ac- quired a dispatch box in which he I could store his valuables, both jewelry and documents, for he had quite a number of receipts, letters and other things to safeguard now, and he did not wish servants prying eyes to ex- anime everything belonging to him.
 When alone in his room he secured the album and locked that special port manteau again, after slowing therein the letter found beneath Mrs. Anson's pillow. Soon his mothers dear face smiled at him from beautiful border | <A c{Iu HVho oi v,la0 0cls ant to him, soothing to his full mind. i In her eyes was message of faith, of trust, of absolute confidence in the future.
 It was strange that he thought so little of his father at this time, but the truth was that his childhood was l passed so much in his mothers com pany, and they were so inseparable during the last two years, that mem- ories of his father were shadowy.
 Yet the physiognomist would have seen that the boy owed great deal of his strength of character and we'll knit 1 frame to the handsome, stalwart man whose name he bore.
 l Philip loved his mother on the com pensating principle that persons of op- l posite natures often have an overpow- | ering affinity for each other. He re- sembled her neither in features nor in the more subtle traits of character. After a dinner the excellence of which was in nowise diminished by lack of appreciation on his part he un- dertook Q pilgrimage of curiosity to which he had previously determined to devote the evening.
 He wondered unceasingly to whom he was indebted for the good meals he had enjoyed in prison. Now he would endeavor to find out.
 A hanson took him to Holloway. but the first efforts of the driver failed to discover the whereabouts of the Royal Star hotel.
 At last Philip recollected the ward CTS added direction-"opposite."
 He dismissed the cab and walked to the prison entrance. Directly in front he saw small restaurant called the Star. Its titular embellishments were due to the warder's gift of humor.
 He entered. A woman was knitting at a cash desk.
 "Until yesterday" he said. "you sent food regularly to boy named Anson. who was confined in the prison"-
 'Yes," interrupted the lady. T on'y heard this mornin' that he was let out"
 Would you mind telling me who paid the bill? suppose 1t was paidT
 "Well, as matter of fact, it was overpaid.' was the reply. You see. the pore lad was remanded for week, and MT. Judd, a man 'oo lives in the Harrington road, kem ere an ar- ranged for is weeks board. Hav' ye heard wot 'appened to imp
 Philips heart was in his mouth, but he managed to answer that the boy was all right; there was no charge against him. Then he escaped into the street. The one man he had for gotten was his greengrocer friend, who had indeed acted the part of the good Samaritan.
 There was some excuse for this, but the boys abounding good nature would admit of none. He hastened to Far ringdon road with the utmost speed and found his fat friend putting up the shutters of his shop.
 The restaurant next door was open. Philip approached quietly.
 Good evening. Mir. Judd" he said, holding out his hand.
 Good evenin', sir" said the green grocer. his eyes revealing not the re- motest idea of the identity of the smart young gentleman who addressed him 60 familiarly.
 Don't you know me, Mir. Judd?"
 well. sir. I can't exactly bring to min'"-
 T suppose the good fare you pro- vided for me at Holloway has so al- tered my appearance that you fail to recognize me againf'
 "wotl Ye don't mean to s'y- Ere, Eliza, this young gent is the lad I was a-tellin' you of. Remanded till Sat urday. you was. I saw in the piper last night We'll. there, I'm doner'
 By this time Philip was inside the shop. and the stout greengrocer and l his equally stout spouse were gazing l open mouthed at this well dressed | youth who had supplanted the thin l tatterdemalIon so much discussed by l them and their nelghbors.
 Judd and the restaurant keeper were l the only men In the locality who could