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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 21, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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the first Mrs. Porter and therefore
grandfather of Martin. He had come
to visit his bereaved son-in-law. From
the first his tender heart went out to
the forlorn half orphan. He had no
other relative in the world, he had a
thousand dollars in bank. Speciously
the avaricious second Mrs. Porter
worked it so that this sum came into
her hands. In return' for the acquisi
tion it was agreed that Mr. Bliss
should have a permanent home with
them. At the present time, however,
all sense of gratitude or justice had
departed from the mind of the
scheming Mrs. Porter. She grudging
ly doled out to her pensioner the
sparsest of meals. She made him feel
that he was a burden and unwel
come. Of all this Jared Bliss was think
ing as he sat watching the dying em
bers of the play camp fire. Then he
would glance up at the narrow attic
window, catch sight of a pale, tear
stained face beyond it and sigh dolor
ously: "There's a way out of this," sud
denly spoke old Jared. "I've waited
patiently and hoped, but it's no
earthly use. That woman gets 'worse
and worse. I could stand it, but poor
little Martin!" and the tears choked
him and he walked away from the
spot.
It was an hour later when he re
turned. There was a new look qf de
termination on his old bronzed face.
There was a certain excitement and
eagerness in his eye as he skirmished
about the place. He tried front, side
and back doors in turn cautiously.
He found them locked. Then he went
around and faced the attic window
In the gathering dusk with the mys
terious hail.
"S-st!"
"I see you," called down a thin,
piping voice. "What is it, grandpa?"
"Mrs. Porter?"
"She's gone to a neighbor's who
called for her. I heard her say she
Vas going to sit up all night, if she
had to, so as to be on hand to give
father a piece of her mind when he
got back."
"U-um!" mused Jared, gazing
thoughtfully about him. Then he
spoke aloud: "There's a ladder
here?"
"Yes, grandpa," nodded Martin.
"I'm going to raise it just as the
runaways do in the story books. Then
we'll loosen a window and get Into
the home and make up a bundle of
our clothes and run away."
"Oh, grandpa!" fluttered Martin in
an ecctacy of glorious anticipation.
"Good riddance!" sniffed Mrs. Por
ter, when that night later she guess
ed what had come about.
"It's terrible lonesome," said Hen
ry a week later, and began to upbraid
his wife for her evil work, took to
drink, lost his position, and the
downward path began for those two.
The refugees led an Ideal life for a
month, wandering from town to
town, living mostly-iri the woods like
the birds about them. Then the ready
money of the old man gave out Mar
tin broke his ankle in jumping among
some rocks. They had got down to
actual beggary when the old man ar
rived at a serious decision.,. "
"I am too old and you too young
to learn true gypsy ways, Martin,"
he told the lad. "I hoped never to go
back to my-1 ungrateful relatives
again, but we can't starve."
"Oh, grandpa, not to Mrs. Por
ters?" l
"No. You see, there is a brother of
mine, William. We quarreled and
haven't spoken for years. Surely,
though, he must have" forgotten his
old animosity toward me. Yes, we
will try brother William."
It was a long tramp and Martin
with his home-made crutch made
slow progress. One evening they lin
ed the grounds of a grand old coun
try place that Jared had not seen for
many years.
"What a lovely home!" cried lit
tle Martin.
"It belongs to my brother Wil
liam," explained old Jared and ho

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