The Newark journal., 1922-03-30

that Sunday morning
 "Hnmph Eve heard of 'em,p Ann Wetherby had returned crisply, "but I never took much stock in lem. A choir-made O boys-just as if music could come from yellin, hootin' boys :"
 An hour later at St. Marks. the softly swelling music of the organ was sending curious little thrills tingling to Miss Wetherby's finger tips. Then faintly in the distance sounded the first sweet notes of the proeessional.
 Ethel stirred slightly and threw meaning glance at her aunt. The woman met the look unfiinchingly.
 Them ain't no boys!' she wIns- pered tartly.
 Nearer and nearer swelled the chor- us until the leaders reached the open doors. Miss Wetherby gave one look at the white-robed singers then she reached over and clutehed Ethel's fingers.
 '1They be .--and in their nighties. foof' she added in a mortified whls- per.
 One of the boys had solo in the anthem that morning, and as the clear. pure soprano rose higher and higher, Miss Wetnerby gazed in undis- guised awe at the young singer She noted the soulful eyes uplifted de- voutly, and the broad forehead framed in clustering brown curls. To Miss Wetherby 1t was the face of an angel
 At dinner that day Miss Wetherby learned that the soloist was Bobby Sawyer She also learned that he was one of Ethel's '.fresh-air" mission no place for him to go for a vacation.
 '.That angel child with the heavenly voiee-and no one to take him ing'' Miss Wetherby bethought herself of her own airy rooms and towering meadows, and snapped her lips to- gether with sudden determination
 'I'll take him. she announced terseIy, and went home the next day to prepare for her expected guest
 Early In the morning of the first Monday in July. Miss wetherby added the finishing touches to the dainty white bedroom upstairs
 Dear little soul-I hope he'll like itl" she murmured.
 On the table in the corner were hymn books, the great red-and gold family Bible, and a "Baxter's Saints Rest"-the only reading matter suited to Miss Wetherby's conception of the mind behind those soulful orbs up- raised in devout adoration.
 Just before Ann started for the station Tommy Green came over to leave his pet dog, Rover, for Miss Wetherbys "fresh-air" boy to play with.
 Now. Thomas Green" remonstrated Ann severely, "you can take that dir ty dog right home l won't have him around. Besides. Robert Sawyer ain't the kind of boy you be. He don't care fur sech things-I know he don't"
 Half an hour later, Arn Wetherby, her heart humping loudly against her ribs, anxiously scanned the pas sengers as they alighted at Slocum- vile station There were not many an old man. two girls. three or four women, and small, dirty boy with dirti~r dog and a brown paper parcel in his arms.
 He had not come!
 Miss Wetherby held her breath and looked furtlvely at the small boy. There was nothing familiar in his appearance. she was thankful to sayl He must be another one for somebody ae'se. still, perhaps he might know something about her own angel boy--she would ask.
 Anr advanced warily, with disap- proving eye on the dog.
 Little boy. can you tell me why Robert Sawyer didn't come?" she asked severely.
 The result of her cautious question disconcerted her not little. The boy dropped the dog and bundle to the platform, threw hls hat in the air, and capered about In wild glee.
 "Hi, there. Bonesl We're all right! Golly--but I thought we were side tracked. fur sure !'
 Miss Wetherby sank In limp dlsmay to box of freight near blythe barred head disclosed the clustering brown curls and broad forehead, and the eyes uplifted 10 the whirling hat com picted the tell-tale picture.
 The urchin caught the hat deftiy oB the back of his head and pranced mp to Ann with his hands In his pockets.
 "Gee-whiz marm-but l thought you'd fnnked fur sure I reckoned me an Bones was barkiI up the wrong tree this time. If looked as if we'd come to iumpln' place. an you'd given US the slip. I'm Bob. myself. ye see. an I've come nll rightp
 "Are you Robert SawyerY' she gasped
 "Jest ye hear that Bones!" laughed the boy shrillv. caperin- round ana round the small dog again. "fs 1to- bert'-now--do ye hear?" Then he whirled hack to his position in front nf Miss Wetherhv. and made low n