The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-06-13

.neTVcQ. AnQ ne lay aWake on enc cufV1ng, slippery old sofa picturing to himself his mothers grief He had yet himself out of his bitterness and he felt it established fact that his motier would care very much about his defection be- cause his earnings were withdrawn than because of himself. Then the thought came to trouble and vex him that, perhaps, before going away he should have gone and told her what the consequences of her merci lessness would be. For the first time he himself in the possible light of deserter He grew hot and feverish under the bed-clothes with the shame of it.
 He thought of every little detail of their poor lie tie home He thought of the babys pink crumpied fn- gers and her pink wrinly toes and of little Bobbys singing and his facile teafs but all the tme think of what he would he his mother in her mean calico gown, with the gray hair growing SO sparse above the temples, and she was regarding him in row. Even though he touched the warm, paipitating puppy at his side he could not banish his mothers face He tried to persuade himself that he was not miserable at all that indeed he was only imagining himself to be miserable Finally, as he Jay tossing about, seeking some fresh cool spot ar atf jbao5f& sheets to cool his burning face, he felt that the pf low was quite wet, and that the same moisture WIS upon has lashes. So he knew that he had been weep ing, and that his misery quite real after all
 The next morning after breakfast he set forth After walking half mile he remembered that he had forgotten the school-book which in his perturbation at leaving home he had inadvertently carried away. with him And nasms1ch as the book was not his property, he felt in honor bound to 10 back for 7t 90 that, after he had earned some money he c6rfd mail it back to the school
 He sat down at intervals, and rested in the sun. Once he lifted the slunbering puppy to his lips and kissed him furtively Then feeling very fooiish he blushed and looked about quickly to see if any one had perceived him. He expected to hear the mocaue laughter of his schoomates Then he recollected him self and his whereabouts
 It was noon when he crawled rather taian walked to The Maunr 14roNa~ .x <f.> a~~ farm The Bishop was just returning from his drive. and seeing the weary little figure, mde the coachman stop the carriage.
 Where are you going, boy7"
 Up to the dog farm to try and get works
 Are you ill., my boy?"'
 The child did not know it the pronou that sottened the noun materially, but he swss dinly aware of the increased kindliness in the voice.
 No, sir, only very tired"
 The confession had 1eaped from his lips ufawafes and he stood frozen to the ground, dim fcetbodse chilling him to the marrow that the qniet calm eyes of the clerical gentleman would draw ffom him . further narrative against his will
 And so they did. The Bishop, perceivine tEe psupy under the boys jacket after the lad was seated be- side him. bethousht himself of another puppy tha4, as he had every reason to believe was n0w ex4inet However, when the present puppy, buttoned into tie boys jacket began to wimper because of iss efunped position, the good Bishop started That whiupesinx had an osninousy, suspciousiy familiar soand
 Sympatheticaly, aniably firmly he got the entiss story from the boy, got it pecemeal incohefeny in- artisticay, because of the lads exhausticn- got more of story than he had barsaned for, for the lad unconsciously vented his opinion of the ue as ter after his own blunt, terse botis4i fashion
 The Bishop had plenty of time to reflect upou that scathing judgment of himself as he watched ti,e hoy partake wolshly of the dinner which he had served together with the Bishop James, entering unswares r>d -s--- A '. the puppy, the latter tapping rich cream frm a Limoges saucer. The Bishop, with flick of the finger sent the man from the before the boy had had chance to look up from his plate and recognise him.
 After dinner enormous quietus settled upon the boy. Weary and exhausted he undoubtedly still wsa but that weariness that exhaust6f, SeshSds trx1+ to be taken by somber-visaged into lsrgs stately room, curtained and shattered and be ua b.d , o n, r nu sds 'nro spscoas mses fairy-tale into which his adventure had changed.
 He awoke toward evening to the closing chapter of sse nom m . ss. ss % ... again; was to him the most beautiful of the she sat wrapped in spite of her gray, straty haf, which above the temples, barely yelled tie scalo e He m,s rssuIsd a so himself qssy rxros ,o her stapor his torpor Mother m, keep tie lese psp,yr Is 8nSWef smothered that she had not refused his request ts time.
 Then the Bishop led her from the room and the boy lying between waking and sleepng caught some barely nteigible phrases, spoken in the well-noduated, pol shed. smooth voice of the Bishop
 We will need the mother of such son as . mstron ia our new orphanage we cannot spare you or your son to go out of our lives again Your boy has helped me more than can say more than you woud under stand He has exemplihed text for me- he has writ ten sermon for Of that I shall tef yuu some other time Have you heard the verse:
 He prayeth best who lovetf best
 All things both great and small
 For the dear God who loveth us,
 He made and oveth al'
 should like statue of your boy, madam, with tie puppy in his arms, and, upon my word believe will have it, somewhere near the orphanagc"
 The boy smiled. Doubtless he told himself hc was dreaming. He had never known that Bishops ever talked nonsense. and that last sentence was % de- Hghtfuliy absurd. And to dream such silly thing, and to know you were dreaming it. was this not the silliest of all?
 And stretching out his hand to feel the dciicous,