The San Francisco call., 1913-11-05
Continued from Yesterday

Every one experienced a shock of
diction. The policeman was puzzled.
He instantly understood the facts, but
dared not browbeat an earl.
You do not bring any charge
against him, my 1ord?" he said.
But his lordship deigned no reply.
He told the coachman to arrange for
the removal of the carriage, grasped
his niece by the arm and led her, still
protesting, into the house.
The policeman saw the bundle of
papers scattered over the roadway,
and near them the partly eaten bun.
After wrench at his garments he
produced a penny.
Here" he said to the boy. Buy
another bun and be off. It's a good
Job for you the young lady spoke up
the. way she did"
She merely told the truth. That
man was liar"
Refusing the profrered penny. the
boy turned on his heel. The police
man looked after him.
A QUEER KID
That's a queer kid" he thought
Talked like a regular young gent. /
wonder why he is selling papers.
Poor lad He's lost a bobs worth. at
least, and small thanks he got for IT."
Passing out of the square by the
first eastward street, Philip Anson.
with his head erect and hands
clinched IN his pockets. strode on
ward at rapid pace. The lightning
was less frequent now. and the thun-
der was dying away in sullen rum
bHngs. He was wet and hungry.
Yet although he had three halfpence,
the remaining balance of the only
sales effected that evening, he passed
many shops where he could have
bought food.
In Piccadilly, where the cessation
of the storm created rush of traffic.
he was nearly run over by reason of
his own careiessness, and received a
slash from whip, accompanied by
loud oath from an angry cabman He
shivered, but never even looked
around. Crossing Trafalgar square,
he plunged through the vortex of
vehicles without troubling to avoid
them In the slightest degree. Once
the hot breath OF pair of van horses
touched his cheek while a speechless
driver pulled them back on their
launches. Again. the off wheel of n
omnibus actually grazed his heel as
he sped behind the statue of Charles
the First.
At last he reached the comparative
seciusion OF the Embankment. and
stood for a moment to gaze fxedly at
the swirling. glinting river
s'Nof here" he muttered. aloud sT
must be nearer TO mofher--dear old
mother: She is there, waiting for
me-"
He trudged steadily away, through
Queen Victoria street, Cornhill. Lead
enhal street, and so on to Johnson's
news. in the Mile End road. Pausing
at a marine store dealers shop, kept
by an army pensioner, an Irishman
with whom he had slight acquaint-
ance, he entered. An elderly man
was 1aboriousIy reading a paper of
the preceding days date.
Good evening. Mr.. O'Brien." he said
s'Can you oblige me with a piece of
rope? I want a strong piece, about
three or four yards in length. / can
only spare three halfpence."
''Faix, i dunno. They use nails on
the crates mostly nowadays If /
have a bit, it's at yer saryfce. /
wouldn't be afther chargin' the likes
o. you"
Philips story was known in that
humble locality and the old soldier
sympathized with the boy. He has
rale spunk an no mistake" was his
verdict when others said Philip was
proud and overbearing. O'Brien
moved automatically about the squalid
shop. At last he found some portion
of a clothesline.
"Will that do?" he inquired.
Philip tested IT with vigorous pull
ing against his knee.
"Excellently." he said. Let me past
you for It"
"Arrah, go away wild ye. And, be
the powers, isn't the poor lad cowid
an famished- Luke here. now. In
five minutes I'm goin' to have a cup
o. tay'-
Il am awfully obliged to you, but
] could not touch a morsel I am in
a hurry"
Are We goin' a journeyg Have ye
got a job?y
OMNIBUS WORDS
'T think so. IT looks like a per-
manency. Goodby."
''Goodby. an good luck TO ye. Sure
the boy looks mighty quare- -Tis
grief for his mother has turned his
head entirely"
No words could more clearly ex-
press Philips condition than this
friendly summing up. Since his moth