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brains. Good resolutions! What
were they for such as he? They
were for the rich, for those who
could afford to keep the laws ! He
was no fool to be bound by such
He crept up the garden, felt a
lower window, and found that he
could raise it. A minute later he
was groping inside a dining room.
Cautiously he struck and lit a
match. Then he gasped in as
tonishment. For on the buffet,
carelessly l&id out, was a galaxy
of silver plate. That central piece
that flat tray, which he could
put under his coat and walk away
with, must be worth a couple of
hundred dollars alone ! He would
take it on his way out. He open
ed the door and crept upstairs.
There were two rooms at the
head of the first flight. The door
of one was closed; the second
door was open, and inside, by the
light of the lowered gas jet,
Graves could see a table strewn
with rings. He crept in and stood
staring at them. There were
nearly a dozen of them diamond,
pearl, sapphire, cat's eye, flashing
emeralds and rubies. It was the
dressing table of some wealthy
woman who ....
There was somebody in the bed.
An old, white-haired woman
who lay there, hardly breathing,
flat, with white hands picking at
the bed covers!
Graves snatched up a handful
of the baubles and turned. Sud
denly two powerful arms caught
him as in a vise and he looked up
into the face of the middle-aged
'"Come outside, you you dog!"
whispered the other. "Caught in
the act, you dirty sneak-thief!
Let me look at your face! So
you would rob a dying woman,
woufd you? I'm going to strip
the hide off you before I call the
'1 didn't know" Graves bab
bled. A feeble voice from the sick bed
made both start.
"John!" whispered the sick
woman. "John! It's you, dear
John! I knew you would come
The captor and captive stood
motionless, thrilled by the pity in
"John, won't you come here
and kiss your old mother?" plead
ed the voice. "I knew that I
should live to see you again."
The middle-aged man whisper
ed into the ear of the thief. t
"Her son was killed in an auto
mobile accident last week. Now's
your chance. I'll let you go
"You're coming to me, aren't
"Yes," muttered the thief, and'
with unsteady footsteps he stag-
gered toward the bed, found it,
and sank down upon a chair. He,
felt the hand of the old woman
close upon his.
"Are you John? .Are you my
boy? I cannot see. Tell me that
you are John," the old woman
"Yes, I am John," the convict
She said no more for a while'
jbut seemefa to doze. Gently, b