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HOW5 A MOTHERLY LITTLE OLD WOMAN TOUCHED
THE HEART OF A COMMON TRAMP '
Two Weeks of Hard Work and New Happiness. ,
Ten years of aimless, careless
wandering on the face of the
eartn. Ten years of utter
thoughtlessness.' Ten years' of
A man lived ten years such as
these. Never the petted son of
his father n6r his mother's darl
ing:, ,he was no expert in Ted auto
mobiles, blue bottles or pink
This account finds' him asleep
on a park .bench. A common
tramp is he, knowing the value
of a tomato can, lime kiln and
cigar .butt each in its proper
place and time. When he awakes
he will rub his bleared eyes, ex
claim, "Oh, hell!" and go on.
But he is a tramp from choice.
It delights him. He laughs' at
men who toil. He gets enough to
eat, more than his fill of stale
beer and when he reclines he
sleeps the swine-like sleep of the
Ten years ago this man made
a vow, based upon his soul's hat
red of a whizzing machine.
"Curse you," he had said "Forty
thousand times each day I make
you give forth a button. I have
fed your insatiable maw ' from
my childhood. Now I hate 'you.
And hewalked out. upon the
Great Black Way of the under
world, to forget!, to take livlihood
without equivalent. '2 i
A cop's club, the usual alarm
clock, roused the tramp from his
slumbers. He shuffled to the
street. As he wandered' along a
desire for food suddenly com
municated itself to his dull braiii. '
He turned in at the first gate
way. A knock at the door was an
swered by the voice of a woman
commanding entrance. "I want
something to eat," said the
tramp. A little old woman sitting
in a low chair replied, kindly:
"Come in and I will give youJ
something to eat. You were in
the rain this morning and your
coat is still wet. Hang it on a
chair beside the stove."
Laborously, painfully, the little
old woman then let herself down
from her chair to her knees. She
crept along the kitchen floor in
this manner to the cupboard. The
tramp looked on silently, won
de'ringly. His benefactoress took
bread and meat from a shelf and '
prepared a sandwich. Again, on T
her knees, she dragged her poor
little "body to the feet pi the stal
wart man in the chair, and frQm
her trembling hand his great
bony fist took the food.
The woman hobbled back to
her chair while the tramp began
his meal. Suddenly a sensation
that had been dead in him for so
many years that he sca'rcely rec-
ognized it, flooded in upon his" '