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P A WOMAN'S WILL
g By H. M. Egbert.
Anna Foulkes was4hirty-nine, and
flier boy, Charlie, the apple of her eye,
was twelve. Her worthless husband
.had abandoned her seven years be
fore. .Anna's friends and acquaint
ances Had congratulated her w"hen
jsix years of married lite ended in her
v He Was in Rags, But Sober.
freedom. She would not get a divorce,
fbut then she did not want to marry
j Curtin, having run through all her
. money, had departed. At first Anna
dared only hope his decision not to
1 return was true; then she dared to
.believe; finally conviction became
certainty. She left the neighborhood
and took up her residence in a differ
Anna's folks had been gentle. The
boy , was to go to an expensiye
preparatory school. For this she had
toiled and scraped in the office where
she was employed as a stenographer.
The hard-earned money had been
gathered together. In three months
Charlie was to enter Grantwich.
And then Curing came back.
Anna fdund him leaning against
the gate of her little cottage on the
outskirts of the town. He was in
rags, but sober. He was thin and
wasted and deadly pale. Instinctive
ly the woman shrank away from him
as she saw and recognized her hus
"Curtin!" she- whispered. "Why
have you come back?"
"I'll tell yo"u, Anna," he answered.
"May I come in?"
"Yes, it's your right," she an
swered. "But "
"Oh, you needn't be afraid that m
do any harm to the boy," he answer
ed. 'You needn't say "
"That is his right, Curtin," she an
swered. She called Charlie from the
garden. "This is your father," she
The frank-eyed boy gazed with
natural repugnance at the wretched
tramp before him.
"You didn't know that he was liv
ing, my dear," she said to her son.
"I knewall aboiit him, mother," the
"Now I'D tell you why I've come
back, Anna," said Curtin Foulkes.
"I'm dying. I've got just two months
to live. It's something that can't be
cured. You needn't be afraid of me
any more. I've been a bad lot, but
even a dog cdmes home to die, and
I want to die here, Anna."
She took him in and the next day
gave up her position to take care of
him. There was money enough for
the boy's first term, at Grantwich, and
at the end of the two months she
hoped to be $ble to go back to the
The sick man grew neither better.