THE GOLDEN SHOWER
By Inez Bradley Price
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
"Come in and welcome!" spoke
John Valentine heartily.
The man addressed looked sur
prised at the sincere greeting. Then
across his hard, dulled features there
was expressed an emotion evidently
a stranger to him. In his hard bat
tle with adverse fate genuine grat
itude. He was a tramp. None of the signs
failed in his presentment. He was
ragged, lame, thin, pallid, hungry
looking. He slouched into the kitch
en with an uneasy stare at Mrs. Val
entine, as though her consent were
necessary, but as she nodded at him
pleasa'ntly his face cleared.
"You're good folks just that!" he
said, in a tone quite husky. "I've trav
eled 25 miles since morning. I have
applied to twenty places in town for
a bite of food and turned down at all
of them. You're blessed people.
"Give the man his supper, Nellie,"
directed John. She bestowed a fal
tering, questioning look at him, but
he did not respond to it, saying sim
ply: "There's the- cold meat, Nellie.
That, with the bread and butter and
a cup of coffee will set you on your
pins hey, neighbor?"
"Will it!" cried the pensioner with
brightening eyes. "Say was you
ever real hungry?"
"Well, probably not," answered
"Oh, John! John!" whispered Nel
lie reproachfully as she passed him
on the way to the pantry.
The tramp squared to the table
with glistening eyes. There was a
plate of cold meat not overloaded
four slices of bread and a cup of cof
fee. "We have no milk can you drink
the coffee without it'" asked Nellie.
"Can I! Oh, this is luxury, gloat- J
ed the tramp. John went into the
pantry. He came out to set before
their guest a small dish of apple
Then he smiled broadly and be
nignly. It did him good to see the
man eat. Nellie, however, bestowed
strangely serious glances at the fast
disappearing victuals. Their visitor
dispatched the meal to the last mor
sel. "You've done me a good turn," he
"You've Done Me a Good Turn."
said with genuine unction. "The
more so because "
He did not complete the sentence.
Roustabout, derelict that he. was,
some latent instinct of delicacy
prompted him to halt his speech, but
his glance about the place conveyed
due intelligence to John.
"You were going to say because
we don't look any too prosperous
ourselves," he spoke. That's right.
We may have no home, like yourself,
in another week, I'm glad, though,
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