New-York tribune., 1912-02-04

to say, did not put it down as worthless
compared to all those things for which had
paid real money.
| remember that | was accused Of being
late on every ground but the true one.
was tempted TO eat my supper; but-oh,
how it did hate to pass my tired lips! ! was
hot, weary, afraid.
went to bed very early, and without
urging. The conglomcration in my interior
was beginning TO assert its wrath. But be
fore got into bed cached the rest of my
money had place for it.
There was register at the Dashboard.
could take this out, and in, to one side Of It,
as far back as my hand could reach, was a
receptacle capable Of holding many things.
Novels. candy, secret language letters
such things, had stored there before now.
And here | put my handful Of coins, hcaving
a sigh of relief as let them fall in among the
dust OF the place.
7 HAD Just tumblcd into bed when the
doorbcll rang. | wondered who II could
be, and in a moment | knew. Good even
ing, Miss Anderson"
Great rattansl II was Red Head. She
had come to tell on me. Oh, what a reckon
ing was in store for met Oh, how sorry ! was
that | had not brought my financial find
home intact Oh-Oh-Ohl
| lay clinging TO the sheets in fear and
trembling. Awful thoughts came 20 my
mind. Perhaps | had better rise and dress
and run away. / could 90 down the cherry
tree whose branches swept the window Of
my room, | might be able to escape by tho
back stairs. Yet hated 10 go without kiss
ing my mother goodby,
Again. il occurred TO me what q noble
thing it would be for me 20 get up, take my
money out Of its hiding place, and walk
down stairs into the parlor, 20 make q full
confession in the presence Of Red Head, my
father. and my mother But what would
the result be, Would be- forgiven, Per
haps not. And my father welded heavy
hand at times. Perhaps ] could deny II ai',
but Red Head and the evidence,
The bell rang again II was Archie How
lands father. "Say,' heard him say 10 my
father, as they went into the parlor, Il Won
der if YOU know about that small boy Of
yours. Why" But the rest was shut out
bv the closing Of the parlor door.
must have fallen asleep; for ! seemed
TO be awakened by a sudden light. opened
nv eyes and looked. Outside my room war
nv father with a candle, and behind him
came my mother | closed my eyes, and
kept them closed. They entered my room
softly.
"Carcful,' said my mother. "Don't wake
him till we've looked. Where are his trous-
crs;'
heard them searching my little linen
knickcrbockcrs and knew what for.
"Hc hasn't any Of it in his pockets said
my father. "Iiow about his shirt;
"No pockets" said my mother. some
times he hides things under his rag rug. NO,
there's nothing there
wen have to wake him up said my
father. ale must have more somewhere.
Wonder where in time he got it, anyway;
I'm sure haven't missed any, and you say
you haven't" .,I
Don't wake the poor little chap, sad
nv mother Hes had an awful day, and
tomorrow will be time enough. | suppose ne
and half the children in the ncighborhood
will be sick
"Fecl his head, said my father.
| felt my mothers soft touch on my brow,
smoothing the hair back from my forehead.
Oh, it was so good | wanted to turn over.
opcn nv ewes, and clasp her in my arms. II
she had been alone | should have done so,
and have told her all, there and then.
But there was my father! ! feared his
wrath. So still pretended to be asleep
"Wen, by jingsi' heard my father say