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Copyright, 1913, International News Serrle*. Strike Tuh! Tomorrow: Krazy Kat's Komedy WHY ? Putler Glaenzer, poet, vlveur and raconteur, was amusing a group of cronies in the bay window of the Players' club in New York when an elderly dr tie In a very loud and ex travagant dress strutted down Gra mercy Park. Mr. Glaenzer, calling his friends' attention to this ludicrous figure, ad justed his pince-nez and asked calmly: "Why should an old hen wear a chic gownf* The Dingbat Family Polly and Her Pals Us Boys THE KING OF DIAMONDS I^cnTe Continued from Yentrrda THE REAL. BOSS "Such has certainly been my expe rience," said the magistrate, who ap peared most pleased because Philip hinted at a good, fat salary for con trolling the estate of the King of Diamonds. "Then you agree." cried Philip, joy ously. "Not so fast, my youthful friend. Even a police magistrate must bow to his wife. Mrs. Ablngton would never forgive me if I took such an Important step without consulting her. Will you remain to dinner?" Then Philip knew that he had gained his point. Nothing was said before the servants, but when they were cozlly ensconced In the library before a pleasant fire, he was asked to relate again his entrancing history for Mrs. Abington's benefit. That good lady was overwhelmed. Bhe, like everybody else, had read the newspapers, and, of course, had the additional benefit of her husband's views on the subject of the unkempt boy with his small parcel of valuable #ems. But the presence of Philip under their roof, the glamour of the tale as it fell from his Hps. cast a spell over her. She was a kindly soul, too, and tears gathered in her eyes at some portions of the recital. The words endeared her to Philip instantly. A worldly, grasping woman would have thought of nothing save the vista of wealth opened up for her husband and herself. Not so Mrs. Abingdon. If anything, she was somewhat afraid of the responslbill LOUIS TRACY ties proposed to be undertaken by her spouse, to whom she was devoted. The magistrate did not promise definitely that night to accept the position offered to him. He would think over the matter. He could re tire on a pension at any time. This he would do now without delay, and Philip couid certainly count on his friendship and advice, while his house would always be open to him. Meanwhile, he would give one word of advice—to trust no human being j with the power to sign any binding! document without his—Philip's—con sent. Then it would be difficult for any one to deal unscrupulously with him. The boy went away at a late hour. He left behind him an exceedingly perplexed couple, but he felt that when Mr. Abingdon had time to assim ilate the facts and realize the great scope of the work before him, there was little doubt he would gladly asso ciate himself with it. At the hotel a telegram awaited him: "Have realised for fifty-two thousand. Returning; Monday. "ISAACSTEIN." Here was final proof, if proof were wanting. Philip was a millionaire many times over. AFTER LONG YEARS A tall, strong built man, aged about 15, but looking older by reason Of his grizzled hair and a face seamed with hardship—a man whose prominent eyes imparted an air of alert intelli gence to an otherwise heavy and bru tal countenance, disfigured by a THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL. THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 27. 1913 broken nose stood on the north side of the Mile End road and looked fixedly across the street at a fine building which dwarfed the mean houses on either hand. He had no need to ask what lt was. Carved in stone over the handsome arch which leTl to an itnerior cov ered court was its title—"The Mary- Anson Home for Destitute Boys." A date followed, a date 10 years old. The observer was puzzled. <He gazed up and down «the wide thoroughfare with the manner of one who asked himself: "Now, why was that built there?" A policeman strolled leisurely along the pavement, but to him the man addressed no question. unconscious of the constable's ob servan" glance, lie still continued to scrutinize the great pile of brick and stone which tljrust its splendid cam panile Into the warm sunshine of an April day. Beneath the name was an inscrip tion: "These are they which passed through great tribulation." A queer smile did not improve the man's expression as he heard the text. "Tribulation! That's it." he con tinued. "I've had 10 years of it. And it started somewhere aoout the end of that fine entrance, too. I wonder where Sailor is, and that boy. He's a man now, mebbe 26 or so, if he's alive. Oh, I hope he's alive!' I hope he's rich and healthy and engaged or married to a nice, young woman. Tf I've managed to live in hell for 10 long years, a youngster like him should be able to pull through with youth and strength and a bag full of diamonds." Without turning his head, he be came aware that the policeman had halted at some little distance. •Of course, I've got the mark on me," said the man, savagely, to him self. He's spotted me, all right. Well, I'll let him see I don't care for him or any of his breed. I never did care, and it's too late to begin now." He crossed the road, passed be tween two fine, iron gates standing hospitably open, and paused at the door of the porter's lodge, where a stalwart commissionaire met him. "Have you called to see one of the boys?" said the official, cheerfully. "No, I'm a stranger. It's a good many years since I was in these parts before. In those days there used to be a mews here, and some warehouses at the back, with a few old shops—" "Oh. I expect so, but that is long before my time. The Mary Anson home was founded 10 years, ago, and it took two years to build it. It's one of the finest charities in London. Would you like to look around?" THE RULES "Is that allowed?" "Certainly. Everybody is welcome. If you go in by that side door, there, you'll find an old man who has noth ing else to do but take visitors to the chief departments. Bless your heart, we lose half our boarders that way. People come here, see the excellence of the training we give, and offer situations' to boys who are old enough." The man appeared to be surprised by the comimssionaire's affability. He did not know that civility and kind ness were essential there if any em ploye would retain an excellent post. He passed on measuring the tesse lated court with a backward sweep of the eye. In the sunlit street beyond the arch stood a policeman. The vis itor grinned again, an unamiable and sulky grin, and vanished. The policeman crossed over. "What is that chap after?" he in quired. "Nothing special," was the answer. "Last time he was here the place was a mews, he said." "Unless I am greatly mistaken, he has a ticket in his pocket.'' "You don't say! Do you know him?" "No. I'll look him up in the album in the station when I go off duty." "Well, he can't do any harm here. O'Brien takes visitors over a regular round, and, in any case, the man seemed to be honest enough in his curiosity." "You never can tell. They're up to all sorts of dodges." "Thanks very much. I'll ring for O'Brien's relief and tell him *o keep an eye on them, as the old man is blind as a bat." Meanwhile the stranger was being conducted" up a wide staircase by a somewhat tottering guide, who wore on the breast of his uniform the Crimean and Indian mutiny medals. As he hobbled in front he told, with a strong Irish brogue, the familiar story of the Mary Anson home—how it fed. lodged and clothed 600 boys of British parentage born in the Whitechapel district; how it taught them trades and followed their careers with fostering care; how it never refused a meal or a warm sleeping place to any boy, no matter where he came from or what his nationality, provided he satisfied the superintendent that he was really destitute or needed his small capital for trading purposes next day. The great central hall where the 600 regular Inmates ate their meals, the dormitories, the playgrounds, the drill shed and gymnasium, the work shops, the library, the theater, were all pointed out, but the big man with the staring eyes was not Interested one Jot in any of these things. "Who was Mary Anson?" he asked, when the well worn tale was ended, "and how did she come to build such a fine place here?" "Ah. ye may well ax that." said old O'Brien. "Sure, she didn't built it at all. at all. She was a poor wlddy. liv in" alone-st wld one son, Mr. Philip, that is now. She was a born lady, but she kern down in the worruld and died, forlorn an' forgotten, in a iittie shanty in Johnson's Mews, as it was called in those days." "I remember it well." "Ye do, eh? Mebbe ye know my ould shop, the marine store near the entrance to the court?" "Yes." "Arrah, ye don't tell me so. Me I Take a Tip, Give a Tip! Copyright, 1913. international Newa Service. A Turkey Is a Biped Copyright, 1913, International News Service. Shrimp's Uncle Is a Tough One (Registered United States Patent Of Acs) eyes are gettin' wake, an' I can't make out yer face. What's yer name?" "Oh, I'm afraid we didn't know one another. I can't recall your name, though I recollect the shop well enough. But, if Mrs. Anson died so poor, how was her son able to set this great house on its legs? It must have cost a mint of money." "Falx ye're right. Quarter of a million wlnt afore there was a boy under its roof. And they say it costs fifty thousand pounds a year to keep it goin'. But Mr. Philip would find that and more to delight the sowl of the mother thot's dead. Sure it's ais-y for him. in a way. Isn't he the Dia mond King?" "The Diamond King? Why is he called that!" "i>*ye mane to say you nivver—. Man alive, what part of creation did ye live in that ye didn't hear tell of Mr. Philip Anson, the boy who discov- O — To Women *~r Seeking Health and Strength For those ills peculiar to women Dr. Pierce ® fifl recommends his''Favorite Prescription''as jg E "THE ONE REMEDY" a ■ A medicine prepared by regular graduated physician of unus- [3| Bual experience in treating woman's diseases—carefully adapted to work in harmony with the most delicate feminine constitution. [■] BAII medicine dealers have sold it with satisfaction to cus tomers for the past 40 years. 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But about this boy"— "There's no more to see now, if ye plaze. That's the way out." Contlnued Tomorrow "Aw-er, I say. Gwendoline, do you believe in kissing children?" "No, Chollie, you'll have to wait a few years."