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fly, under cover of a toast. When
the group had adjourned to the
hotel parlor, its proprietor ap
proached him as he stood in a se
"Judge Folsom," he spoke in a
low undertone, "you must forgive
me, but I must speak on a very
painful subject. A set of nut
picks, valued not for their intrin
sic worth, but because they are
part of a famous Elizabethan set,
are missing from the table. I
know your circumstances, sir: I
am your friend; I will gladly as
sist you, but please return the
articles quietly, and nothing shall
be said about it.'
Astounded, in amazement, then
in absolute horror, the old man
drew up to his fullest height. Into
his noble face rushed the sup
pressed emotions of years. He
sprang at the speaker.
"You dare!" he choked out
"you dare accuse me of a theft?"
"My dear Folsom!" cried the
astonished Governor Warner, ar
riving at the scene, "what in the
world does this mean?"
The hotel keeper tried to ex
plain, while the governor held the
struggling judge. He claimed that
a servant had seen the judge
secrete something in his bosom.
Down went the silvered head.
The face of the judge grew ashen.
Confession, guilt seemed written
in his face. Then he drew a nap
kin from his breast and handed it
to his accuser. As it opened,
there showed oh, the pity of it!
a few dainties from the festal
board. At that moment a servant
arrived to breathlessly inform his
employer that the missing arti
cles had been found.
"Oh, my friend!" sobbed the
great strong man beside the
judge, "not until tonight did I
know ' of your condition. A
noble theft ! Heaven certainly
brought this about, that I should
learn how, out of my great store,
I can share with you, who started
me on my career you, who have
been a hero, a martyr!"
His eyes were streaming, his
whole soul in hjs face, glorified
by a friendship akin to the love
of a brother.
"I cannot cannot accept char
ity," faltered Judge Folsom.
"And you shall not. Go, sleep
for the last night under the hum
ble roof that is honored by your
It was Percival Ward who con
veyed to Judge Folsom the next
morning a delicate loan and a life
appointment as secretary of the
great national law library.
It was Percival Ward who, one
week later, offered his love and
fortune to the loyal daughter of a
man to whom peace and happi
ness had come at last in full and
(Copyright by W. G- Chapman.)
Manager Where's the living
skeleton, Joe? It's his turn to go
on. Boy He went and slipped
while, he was washing his hands
and went down the waste pipe.
Patron What took you so
long with my eggs? Waiter
Pardon the delay, sir, but they