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By Vincent Warrington
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Frowsy old "Tim, stood at the back
fence of a neat garden and craned his
neck to survey its environment. He
expressed a sigh of relief and satis
faction. "No doghouse, therefore no purp,"
he observed, blandly and encouraged.
Then his eye ran critically along a
"Birdhouse, and little girlie's pina
fores in the wash. They are human
in there, sure," and he pulled open
the gate and advanced to the rear
Homeless, hungry, hunted from pil
lar to post, Tim braced up for a vol
uble appeal for food. He was really
hungry. He knocked at the door, re
moved his dusty, ragged cap and pre
pared to be polite but insistent.
"Lady," he began his set, artful
speech as the door was half opened,
"I'm out of work and "
"I'm no lady. I am Airs. Burton's
little girl," interrupted a childish
voice, and Tim drew back abashed.
Before him stood a child wearing a
kitchaa apron strung around her
neck, a big spoon in her hand, assum
ing all the gravity of the seasoned
"Well! Well!" chuckled Tim, lost in
admiration and amusement, "you're
sure a little woman, anyhow!"
Miss Nellie Burton viewed the stray
caller gravely. She drew the door
"Come in, man," she directed with
due dignity. "My ma has gone down
to the store and I'm all alone getting
lunch. Are you hungry?"
"I am that, ma'am," assented Tim,
and the little one, fluttered at the ma
ture designation, courtesied him to a
seat at the table.
"I can't cook yet," she explained,
"but I've got lunch and you can have
Tim's face was- on a broad grin.
The oddity of the situation entranced
him. The child poured him out a
cup of tea and placed a plate of
cheese and another of bread and but
ter before him. Then, her chin rest
ing in her hand, she sat studying him,
alarmed as slice after slice of bread
disappeared, yet overwhelming him
with questions. He told her of his
wanderings with the birds as his com
panions and the flowers as friends.
He Told Her of His Wanderings
weaving quite a fairy story for his
Mrs. Burton, coming home, barely
suppressed a scream and turned
white and trembled as she caught
sight of the burly stranger at the ta
ble. But Tim reassured her. His
eyes were humid as he thanked lus
little hostess for the meal.
"I had one like her once, long ago,"
he said huskily. "I'll never forget this
bit of kindness," and was gone.
Every morning for a week after
that Mrs. Burton found a bouquet of
flowers on the back steps. First it
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