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HER GENTLE HEART
By Genevieve Ultnar
Weary Sikes poked his head past
the half-open door of the closet cau
tiously, timorously, with some anxi
ety. His questioning eye fell upon
Nellie Wayne. She smiled reassur
ingly. "You can come out," she an
nounced. "They have searched the
barn and have gone on."
"Bless you!" spoke the frowsy,
thin-faced, limping hobo. "Miss, you
deserve what I read on your gate
post." . '
"Read on the gate post?" repeat
ed Nellie vaguely. "I am afraid I
don't understand you."
"Why, you know there's an order
out to arrest all the tramps that
come to the town. They got after
me, miss," and Weary Sikes looked
actually pathetic. "I managed to dis
tance them, but it night did me out.
tance them, but it nigh did me out.
of the hospital and I couldn't do road
work and they would give me 30 days
in the cabose, and I've got to get
home before I die, which the doctors
Bay will be soon."
"You poor man!" said Nellie, her
gentle eyes dewy and sympathetic.
"You need not worry about the con
stables. Father will be home soon
and I will see that he gets you safe
ly away from town. You must be
tired and hungry. Sit down in that
easy chair and rest and I will get
you a nice lunch. Oh! but about the
reading on the gate post?"
"Hobo signs, miss," replied Weary,
but Nellie still looked perplexed.
"You see," he went on, "as I was
scurrying along, looking for a place
to hide, I saw on the bottom of the
gate-post in red chalk three marks.
One is an X, another an O and the
third an I."
"And who made them?" asked
"Oh, any old tramp that you'd been
kind to, just as you are to me," an
swered Weary gratefully. 'Me
marked' down the record so that any
brother hobo coming past would
know that a real angel lived in this
Nellie blushed at the compliment,
but was pleased. With a vast sigh of
satisfaction Weary sank into- the
downy depths of the easy chair. Nel
lie had to wake up the exhausted
Found Her Helpless.
wayfarer when she brought in the
lunch, Weary devoured it with vim.
He told her the story of his life, an
"There's an old woman, my moth
er," he said. "I got word that she's
pretty nigh near the end of life, miss.
I hope to reach the city in time to
say a last word to her. That's why I
don't want to be locked up right
Then Weary resumed the most