The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1908-10-06

ruIe5s l am greatly mlsrahrn, -
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 l so off duty"
"Wen, 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. III 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 wide staircase by
somewhat tottering guide, who wore
on the breast Of his uniform the Cri-
mean and Indian mutiny medals.
As he hobbled in front he told, with
a strong Irish brogue, the familiar sto-
~ of the Mary Arson home-how it
fed. lodged and clothed 600 boys of
British parentage born in the White
chapel district; how ii taught them
trades and followed their careers with
fostering care: how it never refused u
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 Anson?" he asked.
when the well worn tale was ended.
"and how did she come to build such a
fine place hereT'
"Ah, We may we'll ak that" said old
OBrien Sure, she didn't build it at
all at all. she was 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 a little shanty i'll
Johnson's News. as it was called in
those days"
Il remember it WELL.
''Ye do, Ell? Mebbe We know my ould
shop, the marine store near the en-
trance to the courtW
yes"
"Arrah. ye Cont tell me so. Me eyes
are gettin' wake, an l can't make out
yer face. What's yer name?"
''Oh, I'm afraid we didn't know one
another. l 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"
FAX, ye're right. Quarter of a mil
lion wint afore there was boy under
its roof. And they say it costs ESQ, 0oC
a year to keep it goin'. But Mr.. Philip
would find that and more to delight the
soul Of the mother that's dead. Sure
it's aisy for him, in a way. Isn't he
the Diamond King"
THE Diamond King! Why is he call
| ed that?'
"D'ye name to say you nivver- Mar
alive, what part of creation did We live
in that We didn't hear tell of Mr.. Philip
Arson, the boy who discovered an ex
ira spishul diamond mine of his own
| no one knows where? Sure, now
what's wrong wild ye?'
| For the visitor was softly using
words which to O'Brien's dull ear.
sounded very like string of curses.
"I'm sorry" growled the other will
an effort. 1--WE been to Africa, an
/ N, in
| liver that I can hardly stand"
That's no way to cure yourself
profanin' the name of the Almighty,
cried O'Brien.
mo. I'm sorry, tell you. Blu
about this boy
There's no more to see now, If "
PLACE. That's the way out"
O'Brien was deeply offended by tn,
language used beneath roof hallowet
by the name Of Mary Arson. TIL,
sightseer had 10 60. and quickly. = An
other commissionnaire, who was OBJ
serving them from distance. came ~
and asked O'Brien what the strange
was talking about
eye nivver heard SIGH a blaggard,
said the old man Indignantly Il wa
| III thO liitbiC VI tCiiiu IIIl opodt MI
Philip. when he began to curse Xix
ould Nick himself"
In the Mile End road the rawbone,
person who betrayed such excitemen
found the policeman awaiting him
He sprang on to a bus and purposel,
glared at the officer in a way to attrac
his attention. When at safe dis
lance he put his fingers to his nose
The constable smiled
81 knew was right" he said. &c
don't need to look twice at that sor
of customer"
And he entered the Mary Anso
home again to ask the porter what ha
taken place.
It was an easy matter for Jock
Mason, released from Portland prise
on ticket Of leave. after serving til
major portion of a sentence of foul
teen years penal servitude-the ma
he assaulted had died, and the e1
convict narrowly escaped being hange
to ascertain the salient facts of Phi
ip Anson's later career
1t was known to most men. He wa
biographed briefly in Who's Who
and had often supplied material for
column Of gossip in the newspaper.
Every free library held books contain
ing references TO him