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THE SECOND GENERATION
By Harold Caster
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman)
"Red's" last stretch had been for
nine years. He hadgone into the
penitentiary at thirty-five, and he
came out at forty-four, an embittered
man. What had been gall and worm
wood to him during the latter portion
of his imprisonment had been the
cessation of news from the outside
He had thought of all his pals, he,
"Red" Crofts, known as the cleverest
counterfeiter that had ever come un
der the eye of Uncle Sam. He had
thought of the men who betrayed
him and were at ease; but he had
thought most of his son, a boy of
ten, when he was caught on the last
lap of the engraving that was to put
five thousand in his pocket, and give
him leisure from crime.
His wife was dead, thank God!
Even a counterfeiter may have family
feelings, and "Red" had loved with
all his heart the little woman who
died with a loving look in her eyes
and on her lips the words:
"Bring up Jimmy to be a good man
like his father!"
The irony of it had bitten deep!
Then he turned to his trade again. He
was caught, and the lad was placed
in an institution. There was no
chance of finding him. "Red" had
not a soul in the world to call his
The week before he was released
"Red" was surprised to receive a visit
from a big employer of labor, who,
wihout ceremony, offered him a posi
tion at thirty-five dollars a week in
his engraving department
"I've heard of you," he said, "and
you may understand that besides by
business interests I have a human
one philanthropy. I want to help
men who are willing to help them
selves. The warden has talked about
you. He says you'll be back in six
months. 1 said you wouldn't I need ,
a skilled man like you. Will you
come and forget he past?"
"You philanthropists make me
sick!" growled "Red," who had been
thinking of the boy.
The manufacturer, wise in his
knowledge of men, only smiled. "Ask
for Mr. Harris at the engraving
works," he said. "You can think it
over. The job will be open for a
"Red" did not deign to answer him.
He sat down on his stool and buried
"Red" Confronted the Pair.
his face in his hands. All the past
memories came thronging back.
Once he had been a decent lad. He,
had not been "Red" then, and he hadf
moved among people who could not
have imagined the subsequent life.
Then had come temptation, in the
shape of a crook who had spotted
his talent. "Red" had seen easy mo;
ney before him and had succumbed.
He thanked God that his wife had
never known. "Red" had been "Mr.
Crofts, church-goer and respected iu