Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-06-12

alive. Oh, hope he's alive! I hope he's rich and healthy and engaged ol married to a nice young woman! If I've managed to live in purgatory fo1 ten long years, youngster like him should be able to pull through with youth and strength and a bagful of diamonds" a.%..s
 Without turning his head he became aware that the policeman had halted at some little distance. c.- 4
 of course I've got the mark on me-" said the man savagely to himself. Hes spotted me all right. We'll, I'll let him see don't care for him or any of his breed. I never did care, and it's too late to begin now"
 He crossed the road, passed between two fine iron gates standing hospitably open and paused at the door of the DOT ter's lodge, where a stalwart commis- sionnaire met him. ~---,- .-,-.-
 Have you called to see one of the boys?" said the official cheerfully.
 "No; I'm stranger. It's a 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 few old shops
 "Oh, expect so, but that is long be- fore my time. The Mary Anson home was founded ten years ago, and it took two years to build. It's one of the fin est charities in London. Would you like to look round" >-
 ''Is that allowed?"
 Certainly. Everybody is welcome. If you go in by that side door there, you'll find an old man who has toth- ing to do but take visitors to the chief departments. Bless your heart, we lose half our boarders that way. Peo- pie come here, see the excellences of the training we give and offer situa- tions to boys who are old enough"
 The man appeared to be surprised by the commissionnaire's affability. He did not know that civility and kind ness were essential there if any em- ployee would retain an excellent post.
 He passed on, measuring the tessel- lated court with a backward sweep of the eye. In the sunlit street beyond the arch stood the policeman. The wis., itor grinned again, an unamiable and sulky grin, and vanished.
 The policeman crossed over.
 What is that chap after?" he in- quired.
 Nothing special" was the answer. Hast time he was here the place was a news, he said"
 Unless am greatly mistaken, he has ticket in his pocket" .
 You don't say! Do you know him?'
 "No. I'll look him up in the album in the station when I go off duty"
 "Well, he can't do any harm here. O'Brien takes visitors over a regular round, and, in any case, the man seem- ed to be honest enough in his curi- osity."
 You never can tell. They're up to all sorts of dodges."
 Thanks very much. I'll ring for OBrien's relief and tell him to keep an eye on them, as the old man is blind as l bat" .-.-
 Meanwhile the stranger was being conducted up wide staircase by q somewhat tottering guide, who wore ,n the breast of his uniform the Cri- mean and Indian mutlny medals.
 As he hobbled in front he told, with l strong Irish brogue, the familiar sto- y of the Mary Anson home-how it ed, lodged and clothed coo boys of British percentage born in the White ,hapel district; how 1t taught them rades and followed their careers with care; how 1t never refused a neal or a warm sleeping place to any Joy, no matter where he came from or what his nationality, provided he satis- led the superintendent that he was 'eally destitute or needed his small ,apital for trading purposes next day.
 The great central hall where the COO 'egular inmates ate their meals, the the playgrounds. the drill ihed and gymnasium, the workshops. he library. the theater, were all point .d out. but the big man with the star ng eyes was not interested one jot in my of these things.
 Who was Mary Anson?" he asked. when the we'll worn tale was ended. and how did she come to build such a inc place hereY
 ''Ah. ye may well ax that" said old )'Brien. Sure. she didn't build 1t at III at all. She was a poor widdy Twin Honest wid one son. MT. Philip that is low. She was a born lady, but skc .em down in the worruld and died. for Drn an forgotten, in a little shanty in ohnson's News, as it was called in hose days"
 T remember 1t we'll"
 "Ye do. eh7 Mebbe ye know my ould hop. the marine store near the en- rance to the courtT'
 "Yes."
 -Arrah. ye don't tell me so. Me eyes re gettin' wake, an can't make out CT face. Whats yer name?-
 "Oh. I'm afraid we didn't know one mother. I can't recall your name. lOugh recoIlect the shop well enough. 'ut. if Mrs. Anson died so poor. how -as her son able to set this great house D its legs? It must have cost a mint f money ''Faix. ye're right. Quarter of a mil on vint afOre there was a boy under s roof And they say it costs E50.O00 year to keep 1t goin'. But NIT. Philip -ouId find that and more to delight the pull of the mother that's dead Sure -z ~f--- Fo- hs-, L. --- r---ss I.