Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1907-11-01


I've managed to live in purgatory fol
ten long years, a youngster Ike hin
should be able to pull through Will
youth and strength and a bagful 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 sayagely to. himself
Hes spotted me all right. Well, III
let him see 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 Dor.
ters lodge, where a stalwart commits.
sionnaire met him.
"Have you called to see one of the
boys" said the official cheerfully.
mo; I'm a stranger. It's a good
many years since l 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 Arson 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"
els that allowed?"
Certainly. Everybody is welcome.
If you go In by that side door there.
you'll find an old man who has moth
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-
tons 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 en-
ployee would retain an excellent post.
He passed on. measuring the tessel-
lated court with backward sweep of
the eye. In the sunlit street beyond
the arch stood the policeman. The WIS.,
itor grlnned again, an unamiable and
sulky grin, and vanished.
The policeman crossed over.
What is. that chap aftef?" he in
quIred.
Nothing special" was the answer.
''Last time he was here the place was
a news, he said"
"Unless I am greatly mistaken, he
has ticket in his pocket" a
you don't say! Do you know himT"
'No. I'll look him up in the album
In the station when go Off duty" d.
"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 curl
osity."
you never can tell. They're up to
all sorts Of lodges"
Thanks very much. I'll ring for
O'Brien's relief and tell him to keep an
eye on them, as the old man is blind as
a bat"
Meanwhile the stranger was being
conducted up a wide staircase by 4
somewhat lettering guide, who wore
on the breast of his uniform the Cri-
mean and Indian mutiny medals.
AS he hobbled in front he told, with
strong Irish brogue, the familiar sto-
ry of the Mary Arson Hometown it
British parentage born in the White
chapel district; how it taught them
trades and followed their careers with
fostering care; how 1t never refused a
meal or a warm sleeping place to any
boy, no matter where he came from or
what his nationality, provided he salts
fed the superintendent that he was
really destitute or needed his small
capital for trading purposes next day.
The great central hall where the 600
regular inmates ate their meals, the
dormitories, the Fairgrounds, the drill
shed and gymnasium, the workshops,
the library, the theater, were all point
ed out, but the big man with the star
ing eyes was not interested one jot in
any of these things.
"Who was Mary AnsonT" he asked.
when the well worn tale was ended
"and how did she come to build such q
fine place herew
OBrien. Sure, she didn't build 1t at
all at all. She was a poor wildly Twin
alone-st wild one son, Mr.. Philip that is
now. She was born lady, but she
KEN down in the worruld and died, for
lorn an forgotten, in little shanty i'll
Johnson's News, as it was called in
those days"
II remember it we'll"
"Ye do, Ell? Mebbe yd know my ould
shop, the marine store near the en-
rance to the court?"
YES" ........= .-
"Arrah, ye don't tell me so. Me eyes
are gettin' wake, an can't make out
yer face. What's yer name?"
"Oh, I'm afraid we didn't know one
another. / can't recall your name,
though recollect the shop we'll enough.
But, if Mrs. Arson died so poor, how
was her son able to set this great house
on its legs? 1t must have cost a mint
of money"