Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1922-04-06

woman met the look unflinchingly.
"Them amt no boys" she whis-
pered tartly.
Nearer and nearer SWelled the Choir
us until the leaders reached the open
doors. Miss Wetherby gave one look
at the white-robed singers, then she
reached over and clutched Ethel's
fingers.
"They be!-and in their nighties,
tool" she added in a Mortified whis-
per.
One of the boys had solo in the
anthem that morning, and as the
clear, pure soprano rose higher and
higher, Miss Wetherby gazed in undis-
guised awe at the young singer. She
noted Che soulful eyes uplifted de-
voutly, and the broad forehead
framed in clustering brown curls. To
Miss Wetherby it 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
children, and that, as yet, there was
no place for him to go for a vacation
That angel child with the heavenly
vOiCe--and no one to take him in?"
Miss Wetherby bethOught herself of
her own airy rooms and Towering
meadows, and snapped her lips to,
gethar with sudden determination.
9TH take him." she announced
tersely, 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 hope he'll like
itT 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 Wetherhy's conception of the
mind behind those soulful orbs up
raised in deVout alteration.
.Fust before Ann started for the
station Tommy Green came over to
leave his pet dog, Rover, for Miss
Wetherby's "fresh-air" boy to play
with.
"NOw, Thomas Green" demonstrated
Ann severely, you can take that dir
ty dog right home. | won't have him
around. Besides, Robert Sawyer amt
the kind of boy you be. He don't
care fur sech things-T know he
dort.
ttalf an hour later, Ann Wethprby,
he" heart humping loudly against
sengers as they alghtcd at Slocum-
vile station. There were not many
an old man, two girls, three or four
women, and a small, dirty boy with a
dieter dog and a brown paper parcel
in his arms.
He had not come!
Miss Wetherhy held her breath
ard looked furtively at the small
boy There was nothing familiar in
his appearance, she was thankful to
sly! He must be another one for
somebody else. Still, perhaps he
might know something about her own
angel bOy-she would ask.
Ann advanced warily, with a disap-
proving eye on the dog.
little boy, can You tell me why
Robert SAWYER didn't Gomez" she
asked severely.
The result Of her cautious question
disconnected her not a little. The boy
dropped the dog and bundle to the
platform, threw his hat in the air
and capered about in Wild glee.
"Hi, there, Bones! We're all right
Golly-but I thought we were side
tracked, fur sure!"
Miss Wetherby sank in linn dlsmay
to box of freight near blythe barred
head disclosed the clustering brown
curls and broad forehead, and the
eyes uplifted to the whirling hat com.
pleted the tell-tale picture.
The urchin caught the hat deftly
on the back of his head, and pranced
up to Ann with his hands in his
pockets.
"Gee-whizl marm-but I thought
you'd fiunked fur sure. I reckoned me
an Bones was barkin' up the wrong
tree this time. It looked as If wee
come to jurhpin'-off place, an yout
given us the slip. Tn Bob, myself
We see, an I've come all rightw
"Are you Robert Sawyerf" she
gasped.
"Jest We hear that, Bones" laughed
the boy shrllly, capering round and
round the small dog again. ais 'Ro
bert'-now-do ye hear?" Then HI
whlrled back to his position In front
of Miss Wetherby, and made low
bow. "Robert Sawyer, at yer service
he announced in mock pomposlty
"Oh, sr-." he added with quick