Norwich bulletin., 1916-07-27

She was forty, but she was slim and dainty. The gray hair was soft and becoming and her eyes were un- usually large, with streaks of gray in their depths. But she was just Miss Allan, dressmal1eT, who worked by the day and often late into the evening for her rich customers. Her work, how ever, to her was a beautiful art, and 1t was never long before her wealthy patrons recommended her to their friends.
 As she paused at the corner of Winter street her attention was called to the figure of a man of about DO years. who looked. to her sympa-- thizing gaze, unutterably tired and pale. A wisp of his iron gray hair was pushed carelessly from under a cap, and the gray uncared for beard tended to prove him a tramp.
 In all her 40 years Miss Allan had ous little impulses by a kindly little heart. So in her positive woman's way she marched up to the middle aged wanderer and touching his black sleeve with one slim finger, said:
 You are very hungry, sir, Come with me and have your lunch.'
 The tall man turned abruptly, and for a moment looked quizzically at the purpoSefuI, resOlute little face. Then with a Thank you, ma'am, I'd be most pleased to-" he allowed Miss Allan to lead him to a nearby res taurant.
 ''Er-what would you Iike?" she said, somewhat embarrassed by his un- trampIike manner. She handed him the menu, which he refused on the grounds that he couldn't read it.
 Cant read it?" she repeated. Then with a shrug of her little shoulders, she ordered for him and arose from the table to go to work
 If this is not enough, order what you wish and charge 1t to Miss Allan. They know me here. And here is my telephone number in case may be of assistance to you"
 She forgot to ask him his name, chiefly because in some subtle way he embarrassed the little lady His boise, his self-pOsseSsiOn, his gaze, while not offensive, nettled her and checked her philanthrOpic motives.
 After that time she saw him many times. In fact, he seemed to have particular fOndness for that corner, and to her smile and bow responded always by lifting his cid, black cap. Once when she stopped to speak with him he told her he was looking for work. Then it was amusing to see her straight little form grow business like and her face assertive as she ad- Vised him to appear neat and always brush his clothes before applying for work.
 \ week later Miss Allan received a telephone message to come to Travers avenue which, as everyone knows, is where the blue blcOds reside. The lady had never heard Of-or rather she could not think who lived at that par ticular house; so gathering up her material, she smiIinGly wended her way to Travers avenue to see the new customer.
 Her gray eyes took in the quiet, sub duced beauty of the house. Evidently this lady, however she was, must be a musician, since a piano occupied one part of the room.
 Then as her interested little face wandered about she saw a tall figure standing on the threshold of the door, As it came nearer, Miss Allan gasped and grew pink. It was none other than her unknown tramp"
 There he was, looking the typical handsome. well-bred, middle-aged gen tIeman. His hair was conbed back smoothly. showing a low, broad fore head, under which an amused pair of