The Ordway new era., 1909-12-24

Mr.. Brown has offered you work in the
store: we hate to ask II OF you. Henry
hut know you will be glad to help.
What do YOU say
Henry had never openly dched MS
sather before but now all the pcnt up
Jury OF eight years seemed To break
sorth at once
say" he stormed. Il have plenty
10 say. | expected a bicycle this Christ
mas and intend to have II, There Is
20 be plenty OF fun for the other chill
ircn but | am TO be left out entirely
nm /? AS II that Is not enough. am
skcd to leave school to help support
I bcvy OF worthless kids: guess nix
I'll give you to understand II can't
get my share here. I'll so where
can
Mr.. Bronson lay stunned by this
TRADE. Am to get my rights" the
BOY continued. Yes. Henry. At last
YOU are to have what you deserve" the
father answered. You can enter to-
morrow's pleasures, peaccahly, II not
ioyfully: Monday you can go to work.
you can give your parents the respect
so long due them: II not. you have my
consent to leave at any time for can
no longer endure your tyranny
IAN right. sir. I'll CO." he quickly
answered. II have always expected 10
be turned out some daY."
"No. son." the father sadly said. "l
do not turn you out: you took your
choice and you will come back the
same way. Here are two dollars-all
there is-and may you soon see your
mistake and come back to arms open
TO receive you
The words fell on the mothers heart
Ike molten lead. Henry was stamp
ing around gathering his clothes: but
father would not let him go-of course
not-for she heard him say. The hour
is late. son. better walt TN morning
and think better OF 1t. NO. thank you,
sir. I'll go now" he angrily retorted
Very well: perhaps II Is better" the
,ather mildly replied. Then II was &c
he-her boy to leavc-why. he was only
a child-her dirty. little. chubby faced
ooy: she did not see the over grown
lad that others saw-the bully and
plague OF the neighbornood. and ths
Arcad OF the school,
Most OF the animal so lately given
lie were being rapidly cremated but
she paid no attention to their burning
cry.
"Father-Henry'- started to call
but the words died on her lips unsaid.
She had promised. She would not In
terfere: the father was not angry: but
was doing what he thought best. She
had tried for fifteen years to control
aim and had failed.
A srufr voice from the other room
called. III you can spare a few mom-
ents from your precious work to find
my clothes. I will not trouble YOU
again" She obeyed rs In a dream
she had a dim recollection Of kissing
him goodbye: still in the trance she
finished her work, and sat by her hus-
band.
Mother" he whispered. mother. 40
you blame me? Was I too harsh?
fear so.''
NO" she answered. II am to blame,
We should have punished him eight
years ago-when he broke Bessie's
rattle.
Don't worry wife; he will come back
tomorrow he coaxed.
She shook her head.
Thus they sat throughout the nigh
and.-tomorrow was Christmas da-.
a bright spring day was awakeni' rs
the earth from slumber when a freigs:
train stopped at the little western tow
of N. and Henry Bronson. youns
man OF perhaps eighteen years, was
handed over to an officer for st,aiins
a ride The judge. fatherly old f'i-
low. heard the boys story of abuse and
poverty at home. and his struggles t.
care for himself. The lad was i'll rags
and almost starved. The Judge offered
to send him home II he would 20 hack
and try IL again.
Never" he replied. ''never. II I can't
fnd work here. I'll go till do or
starvs."
Il will have to nne you." th- judge