Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1913-02-27

house and to the three bare but neat
rooms they occupied. She aroused his
uride and interest In a function where
he belonged by right OF his record and
past usefulness.
She hid from him the fact that the
hiring of dress suit took all her little
surplus cash. Poor child she had
never told him how really small were
her brave earnings as attendant In a
suite of physicians Offices. She hid
from him the sparse larder, saving TOT
the grand occasion. and all the time
smiling and cheerful as though they
were living in palace.
It warmed the heart of the old Judge,
that first hour at the banquet, where
cherished friends he had not seen Tor
years Wed with one another to show
him honor. Then he listened 70 the
speaker in a dull, spiritless way. he
got to comparing his poverty with the
riches Of those about him. The thought
Of loyal, selfsacrifcing Marcia tor
tured him How long she had been de-
prived Of the costly yiands scattered
about here in profusionl He fingered
his napkin neryously, almost stealth
ily. under cover of toast When
the group had adjourned to the hotel
parlor. it's proprietor approached him
as he stood in a secluded corner.
Judge Folsom" he spoke in low
undertone, you must forgive me, but
L. ru n h
iect A set Of nut picks, valued not
for their intrinsic worth, but because
they are part of a famous Eliza
bethan set. are missing from the table.
know your circumstances, sir; | am
your friend; I will gladly assist you,
but-pIease return the articles quietly
and nothing shall be said about it"
Astounded, in amazement, then in
absolute horror the old man drew up
10 his fullest height Into his noble
face rushed the suppressed emotions
of years He sprang at the speaker.
you darel" he choked out-"you
dare to accuse me Of a theft?"
my dear Folsom" cried the aston
ished Governor Warner, arriving at
the scene what in the world does
this mean?"
The hotel keeper tried to explain,
while the governor held the struggling
Judge. He claimed that a servant had
seen the judge secret something in
his bosom
Down went the silvered head The
face of the judge grew ashen. Con
fession, guilt seemed written in his
face. Then he drew a napkin from
his breast and handed 1t to his &C
cuser AS it opened, there showed
oh. the pity of iti--a few dainties from
the festal board At that moment a
servant arrived to breathlessly inform
his employer that the missing articles
had been found.
ooh. my friend!" sobbed the great
strong man beside the Judge, mot I'M
iii tonight did / know of your condi'
ton A noble theft! Heaven certain.
" brought this about, that should
learn how, out of my great store, |
can share with you, who started me on
my career-you, who have been a
| hero martyrl"
His eyes were streaming, his whole
soul in his face, glorifed by friend
ship akin to the love OF brother.
q cannot-cannot accept charity,
/ faltered Judge Folsom.
And you shall not Go, sleep for
the last night under the humble roof
that is honored by your presence
It was Percival Ward who conveyed
to Judge Folsom the next morning a
| delicate loan and life appointment
as secretary Of the great national law
/ library
/ II was Percival Ward who, one
week later, offered his love and for
tune to the loyal daughter of a man
! to whom peace and happiness had
I come at last in full and overlooking
| measure
/ Copyright, 1918. by W. C. ChapmanO