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Through a stray advertisement the
witness of the will had learned that
he was wanted. Within a week Walter
had' returned, the will was proven and
there was a rich reward for Troy and
a merry wedding at the Durand
."John," said Keziah, penitently but
proudly, as she realized how much of
happiness, had come .through him, "I
take back what -I.Qnce said. You are,
indeed, some good all good'!"
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
AGED GLOBE TROTTER STILL ON
San Diego, Cal. At least one globe
trotter is going to make good. Henry
Stewart, who is 65, but still nimble
footed, left San Diego in 1910 to walk
around the world and advertise the
Panama-California exposition to be
held next year in San Diego. Stewart
is tramping today across the valley
of the Nile and he sends word from
Egypt that he'll surely reach San
Diego in time for the opening of the
exposition on New Year's Day, 1915.
"I have a mind to give you a whip
ping!' exclaimed the impatient father.
"Well," replied the athletic youth,
"maybe you can. But if you succeed
it will be some item for the sport
By Barton Braley.
Fastening your furs together,
"Ah," you say, "it's perfect weather,
Cold and""bright and very clear,
Such a bracing atmosphere;
How could anyone with reason
Kick about this winter season?"
Yet, when winter winds grow
Some there be who keenly suffer,
Some who think the winter cruel,
Some who lack for food and fuel
Who must face the icy air
With no heavy furs to wear.
Homeless folk who have no shelter
From the chill winds' helter skelter;
Others sheltered, it is true,
But who shiver, cold and blue,
Forlorn souls by fortune slighted
Hovering near a stove unlighted.
Not ,for these the sleigh bells' jingle
Sets the blood with zest a-tingle,
Not for these the pleasant jingle,
But the dread of death that's creeping
To the little children weeping,
And the cold, the cold about them
And the winds that jeer and flout
Draw your comfy furs together;
It is perfect winter weather!