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By Selina Elizabeth Higgins.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Burglar Bill breasted the storm
bravely. The lights 'of. a village were
directly ahead of him, and he pressed
on through the deep fallen snow with
a vision of warmth, food and comfort
Burglar Bill was a reformed bur
glar. That was the reason why he
was in the most deplorable condition
of his; life. Hard as had been his luck
Deftly Opened the Old Safe.
for the past week, he had a "trade"
that would have brought him a ready
income with no other equipment than
a pair of pincers and a skeleton key.
But when Bill had left the peniten
tiary, his sentence reduced one-half
through the kindly intervention of a
friendly and human chaplain, he haC
made a sacred promise "never to
break a safe again."
It had been hard work so far keep
ing that pledge. Bill had gone to the
ity. Whenever ho got honest work,
however, either the police exposed
him or old cronies came about the
place and got him into disrepute.
So now Bill was tramping about
the country, where his past was not
known. It was at a bad season of
the year for work, and, caught in a
great snow storm, he was now mak
ing his way towards the nearest vil
lage. "I can't go much further," breath-
ed the well-nigh exhausted wanderer,
as he neared a lonely house set by
itself in the midst of extensive
grounds. "I see a light in that place.
I'll apply for something to eat, for
I'm nearly famished. Surely they
wouldn't turn a dog from their Step
a night like this."
Burglar Bill went around to the
kitchen door of the house. He knock
ed, and a stout, comely woman an
sweYed his summons. Her sympa
thetic face gave him a welcome be
fore she spoke, his forlorn aspect ap
pealing to her pity at once.
"What do you want?" she asked,
"A bit to eat, madam, a warm cor
ner in a barn, anywhere so I can rest
after a ten-mile tramp in the deep
"Who are you' a workman?" .
"No, ma'am," answered Bill. "I'm
not much of anything as yet. I was
The frank admission somewhat
daunted Mrs. Warden, the house
keeper. Then the frank truthfulness
of the applicant, his eager, wistful
"ace attracted her.
"That is not a very creditable thing
o say," observed Mrs. Warden.
"No, madam, but it's the truth. I
m not trying to hide anything, and
wouldn't be here begging if I wasn't
-ji honest man."
"Come in and welcome," spoke the
;enerous-hearted housekeeper, act
lg on a womanly impulse of her true
lature. "We have sickness and trou
ble in the house and I can't pay much.