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"HOME, SWEET HOME!"
By Mary Gertrude Sheridan.
There was suppressed excite
ment in Bridgeton when it was
whispered about that a myste
rious conference was to take
place at the one law office of the
little town. It seemed that Lee
Driver and his wife, Sarah, Pro-
"I Never Knew There Was
fessor Drexel and old Doc Brown
had been notified to be present at
a certain hour on a certain morn
ing, "to receive information of
great importance and value to
"It's a legacy," declared one
active gossip. "They have prob
ably been discovered as heirs to
some vast estate in England."
"It's trouble, I'll guarantee
that," said Sarah, for she was al
ways looking for it.
I"Some complication about the
property we have finally paid for,
that's just our luck," added her
husband, who had got into
Sarah's way of thinking from
long companionship with her.
"Hope some one has left me a
new set of the Encyclopedia Bri
tannica," sighed the professor.
"If I'm appointed to a public
office I've got my deserts at last,"
announced old Doc, complacefit-
But all these wild guesses were
set at naught when the quartette
were seated in the lawyer's office.
A pleasant-faced young man of
about twenty-four confronted
them smiling and cheerful.
"Well, folks," he said. "I sup
pose you dont' know me."
All hands stared at the speaker,
then at one another, and shook
their heads silently.
I am Henry Bolton."
"What !" shouted the professor,
his solemn face now beaming,
"little Henry, who learned his A.
B, C's from me?"
"Hank!" cried Dot Brown.
"Why, I taught you how to
"You, Henry," exclaimed Joe.
"I am truly glad to see you," and
he looked it.
Sarah regarded the returned
native keenly. It was to grasp
her hand that the stranger' pass
ed the others by. A softened look
came into her eyes, and she step-"
ped forward and kissed him.
"I've traveled four thousand
miles for that welcome," said
Henry. "You were always a
mother to me, dear soul," and his