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was always your friend and when
the others laughed at you I cried. I
pitied you, too. I was telling the
folks at home about you last night
and how people say your wicked
stepmother abuses and starves you.
And papa had just been reading a
book about a boy just like you. And
he got tired of blows and hunger and
19 went away and got rich and came
back and had money enough to buy
up the whole town. And I thought
about it all night and you must run
away from home."
('l daren't!" fairly gasped Neal,
and then: "Now that I've got a friend
like you I don't want to leave."
"You dear boy!" cried Juttie, "but
you must I've brought you a pack
age of cookies and some sandwiches
and I got 50 cents out of my savings
bank, and there they are "
"Oh, no, no, I couldn't!" exclaimed
"But you've got to. If you don't
I'll cry all night," declared the per
sistent little miss. "You see, I love
you because you are so poor and so
lonely. And I'm going to wait for,
you, and when you come back I'm
going to marry you."
Neal Morse dropped his head to her
shoulder and burst into a new flood
of tears. She put her arms around
his neck. She kissed him on both
cheeks. She told him he must go
before his escape from the sqhool
house was discovered, and he left
her, looking backward until he
reached the deep forest, a leafy ar
cade framing a picture -of the only
friend he ever had, and one that he
would never forget. But as the years
fc passed on Juttie forgot. Life did not
W bring her the joy and serenity her
radiant nature deserved. Her par
ents died, she married a man who
turned out to be a gambler, and
worse. When he died her only re
gret was that he had left her penni
less. .... 24 Juttie Roberts found herself
alone in the world in the heart of a
great city, with a little two-year-old
child, sewing at starvation wages to
keep body and soul together.
All these years Neal Morse had'
cherished her memory devoutly. The
gloom of his boyhood life had cloud
ed his early manhood, making him a
silent, lonely being, but, in a certain
field, he had made his way success-,
fully. The fool's cap that had fitted,
him at school seemed to have a fatal
ism about it. Once he had stolea
back to his native town to find Jut
One evening Mrs. Roberts was
seated in her poor, bleak room sew
ing, her little one playing with some
scraps of cloth on the floor, when
there came a knock at the door.
"You are Mrs. Roberts, I assume?"
spoke the man whose summons she
answered, and, as she wonderingly
nodded assent, he continued: "I have
tried to find you for some time. I
have a peculiar mission, Mrs Rob
erts. Many years ago a member of
your family loaned me some money.
I have become able to repay it at last
and, as the only surviving member of
your family, I brought it to you."
Into her lap he dropped a package
of bank notes.
"There's a thousand dollars there,"
he said, lamely, evading any further
explanations, and bowed himself out
of the room.
Many a time after that she mar
veled that she had accepted the
money without learning more of the
giver and the avowed debt, and then
one evening a month later she had
taken little Ida to a vaudeville enter
tainment to make a startling discov
ery. One act was the star presentation
of the program, and its exponent of
fun was the mirth of the occasion. A
clown wore a clown's fool's cap. In
the midst of his act Mrs. Roberts sud
denly recognized the man who had
brought her the thousand dollars,
and as well her early schoolmate,
Like a flash of lightning the past
came back to her. With concurrent