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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 ahead. 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, wonderingly. "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 snow." "Who are you' a workman?" . "No, ma'am," answered Bill. "I'm not much of anything as yet. I was a burglar." 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.