The evening world., 1916-08-03

heutcnAn, IN msJeEtlc fury. thrurtius
the b'sildsrsd lad into the coil again
ana changing shut tho iron door. ~
h' vent on, dsprsCstingly. ~ Henry
" ~ an extra apology fo'
hhu'ting ~ q gentleman like you win
such rim .fnn go him. This way "
the street. sir"
Next morning con tho testimony II
ihtrolmnn HBrdingb ~ wise and juf
magisirni. -forner Law partner II
Hinkl" Nnkeson Hoiemnlv IMPOSED .
~ ~ ton dollars upon Tom Morris
soy, adding a lecture ayd an ad4noni.
ton that neat time n would go
harder with the young criminal.
Thus Toms FIRST clash with the
Rokseon family brought him n night
IN ~ cell ana ten. dollar nue amt
public disgrace-as punishment FOR
something he had done. lie
could not clearly SCI tho Justice Of all
this. 80 he tried TO forget about H..
Tho four ensuing years brought
peace and simple prosperity To the
Morrissey household. Tom worked
hard and efficiently AZ his trade. lie
'nade good wages. he sought extra
money by overtime" Ito was
thrifty ana had "A wise head for cnan-
VIal anas'm'H
Az - result he was able TO buy on
instruments a pretty cottage on Ilud-
son Lane. where he installed his In.
valid mother and sister Mabel.
The little household In the Hudson
Lane cottage was Ideally happy. The
sickly mother. IN her own home a.:
last and with her beloved flower beds
To keep her outdoors. grew daily
stronger. Mabel. studying nj the
normal school. grew into graceful
and beautiful young womanhood.
Tom, IN his free hours. helped his
mother with her tiny flower gard M
and Mabel with her lessons. or taught
new tricks to his nuny yellow mon
grcl puppy. Hutch" lie MAS glor-
lousy content with life.
Hudson Lane backed up against
Harvard Street. the towns most pre-
tontious thoroughfare, Thus. Toms
back garden was separated only by "A
picket fence and hedge from tho rear
grounds Of n huge and SNOWY man
sion that stood on Harvard Street.
This mansions grounds. indeed, ran
back all the way to Hudson Lane, ON
both sides OF Toms little patch OF
lanG
h mansion n owned by Hinkle
ltokeson. At the extreme ar OF his
grounds, fronting ON Hudson Lane,
he maintained his kennel Of prizo
winning bulldogs. lie kept the ken
mel thus remote from the house, no
that the barking of the dogs would
disturb him at night. That their
racket might keep av AXE
the folk who lived IN Hudson Lane,
did not concern or interest Hinkle
liokcson at all.
One June afternoon. u few minutes
before q o'clock, Tom Morrissey re-
turned from work. The sun was still
In h heavens. II glorined tho
simplest little cottage and filtered
.soldenly through the tanglo OF red
roses and honeysucklo hat
bordered the porch.
In the garden Mrs. Morrissey an.
were bending over IA flower
bed. rearr. cling some up. ,oted mas
lurtium plants.
The peaceful beauty OF the scene
made Tom pause at the gate for a
moment, his glance taking In all its
luiet loneliness and the dear home at
Inusphere b a lowered So benlgnantly
above II, Ills own industry had
this nome IN whose sweetness
he ieJoiced.
God Is good 10 me- he murmured
To himself, smiling rs lie spoke. Il
believe there Is another man In
as richly blessed as | am"
His mother, looking up from her
task at the flower bed, met his smile
and called out "a word OF tender well
cone TO him.
We didn't expect you home so ear
~ she said as Tom bent down to
h'ss her ana to run a playfully arec-
tlniate hand through Mabels curly
heir, 81 hoped We would have this re-
plontins all done before you came
back"
why are YOU ~replantins the nas.
turtlumsY" asked her on. They
seemed TO be doing SO Well"
"They were-' said Mabel, but 10.
da> some OF those prize chickens "
TIE ltokesons got out OF their coon
and flew over the fence into our yard
scratched up every nasturtium
Ia the whole bed. Wasn't IL horridP"
TOO bad sympathized Tom. but
~ rtplant the rest OF them, now
that I'm here. Don't tire your two
dear selves by doing It, when YOU
have "A big hulking man like myself
Is only too glad to get the excr.
"I'u;, Tom" objected his mother.
you must be all tired out after your
eight hours at the shop to-day. And
You were on overtime last night,
$500
I'm not n bit tired" he denied
"A man doesn't get tired
whcn he docs the work he likes, and
II well It's n stimulant. Ross
Bos"lly told me to-day that II keen
oil like this III soon he a second
Father Barnes or a Johnny Rutnn i'm
nay speed as an operator. Now let
ne prove myself a second Luther
Burbank with flowers, while YOU and