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able-straw bed outside of the lot,
where he wont trouble you any be
fore he gets in shape to travel on his
"You'll just encourage him to Jiang
around," "declared Mrs. Smith, pee
vishly. "Samantha," said her. husband
softly, "don't forget that David liked
"David!" The old wrinkled face of
the woman flamed, paled. Her lips
quivered. She went about her work
in silence, her head drooping, one by
one the tears falling across her
homely, toil-worn hands as she put
things in order.
David her boy! a door opened In
her soul long closed seemingly, and
a host of longing, pitiful memories
had rushed in.
Two years lonely, bitter and hope
less two years without the boy
who had run away from home to be
come a sailor. Only once they had
heard from him. There had cbme a
lette)r to the mourning mother from
the errant but loving son.
"I wouldn't do it over again," read
the pathetic missive, "but I'm started,
and "I've got pride enough to go
through with It. Mother, I'm going
to the East Indies next Then I'm
coming home. And I'm going to
bring back some of the rare silks and
jewels they say you can pick up
there for a song!"
Vain dreamer! A year went by and
no further word from the wandering
boy and the ship he had sailed in re
ported lost in a terrible simoon off
the Malacaca coast.
Mrs. Smith was strangely silent all
that evening. After they had retired
for the night her husband noted how
restless Bhe was, Once he fancied he
heard hef sobbing softly.
He was himself awakened shortly
after midnight by the barking of the
dog. The animal seemed to have
come up to the house and was paw
ing at the door. Mrs. Smith made
no complaint and Jared knew she
was thinking of the lost son.
"You can fetch thart dog into the
kitchen ' you want to, Jared," she
said softly as her husband started
out to feed the stock.
As Jared came out into the yard
the dog limped up to him. The farmer
petted the animal and motioned it
to follow him into the house. How
ever, the animal acted strangely. It
did not seem to want to go with him,
circled about him and then turning
its face toward some thick under
brush whined in a plairitive and it
seemed a beseeching way.
"The critter acts funny, I declare!"
Jared"was saying as his wife came
out Into the yard. "Why, what does
the animal want, anyhow?"
The dog had oaught a loose fold of
his coat In its teeth and was perslst
entlypulllng at him. ,
"This means something, Saman
tha," said her husband quite serious
ly. "See, he wants us to follow him."
"It does look that "way," "agreed
Out of curiosity both of thern fol
lowed the limping animal. The dog
penetrated the thick corpse given
over to- dense undergrowth. Ten
feet advanced among this Jared halt
ed with a shock.
"Why, Sataantha!" he exclaimed.
"It's a man!"
Mrs. Smith peered timorously over
her husband's shoulder.
"Oh, Jared! is it some one dead?"
"I think not, I hope not, Saman
tha," replied Jared, lifting a one-half
eaten little loaf from beside the pros
trate figure "your bread!"
Just there the dog crept up to the
stranger and nosed at his face buried
m the grass. The recumbent -man
moved and then with a groan turned
his weary fever-stricken eyes upon
"Mother!" he uttered,- and col
lapsed. "Oh, Jared!" fairly shrieked Mrs.
Smith, "it's my boy!"
YeB, thus the runaway had come
home In lieu of silks of the far away