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' 1 *. zmsmcxp ANGEL BOY He Sang Like an Angel, But His Trip to the Country Will Be Long Remembered. . * By ELEANOR PORTER Juat David," Etc. « Author of " Pollyanna, *» « * I . Copyrlrht by Klsannr H. Porter, ÏXX ZXX Z X X XIXIX.1X i rxxxxx T AM SO glad yon. consented te stay *■ over until MoriJlay, auntie, for now you ean hear our famous boy choir," Ethel had said at the breakfast table that Sunday morning. "Humph ! I've heard of 'em," A an Wetherby had returned crisply, "but I never took much stock in 'em. A choir—made o' boys—just as If music could come from yellin', hoofin' boys!" An hour later at St. Mark's, tie softly swelling music of the organ was sending curious little thrills tingling to Miss Wetherby's finger tips. Then faintly- In tho distance sounded the first sweet notes of the processional. Ethel stirred slightly and threw a meaning glance at- her aunt. The woman met the look unflinchingly. "Them ain't no boys !" she whis pered tartly. Nearer and nearer swelled the chor us until the leaders reached the open doors. Miss Wetherby gave one look at the white-robed singers, then she reached over and clutched Ethel's fingers. "They be!—and In their nighties, too !" she added In a horrified whis per. One of the boys had a solo In the anthem that morning, and as the clear, pure soprano rose higher and higher. Miss Wetherby gazed In undis guised awe at the young singer. She noted the soulful eyes uplifted de voutly, and the broad forehead framed In clustering brown curls. To Miss Wetherby It was the face of an angel. At dinner that day Miss Wetherby learned that the soloist was "Bobby Sawyer." She also learned that he was one of Ethel's "fresh-air" mission children, and that, as yet, there was no place for him to go for a vacation. "That angel child with the heavenly voice—and no one to take him in?" Miss Wetherby bethought herself of her own airy rooms and flowering meadows, and snapped her lips to gether with sudden determination. "I'll take him !" she announced tersely, and went home the next day to prepare for her expected guest. Early In the rooming of the first Monday In July, Miss Wetherby added the finishing touches to the dainty white bedroom upstairs. "Dear little soul—I hope he'll like It !" she murmured. On the table In the. comer were hymn books, the great red-ond-gold family Bible, and a "Baxter's Saints' Rest"—the only reading'matter suited to Miss Wetherby's conception of the mind behind those soulful orbs up raised In devout adoration. Just before Ann Btarted for the station Tommy Green came over to leave his pet dog. Rover, for Miss Wetherby's "fresh-alr" boy to play with. "Now. Thomas Green," remonstrated' Ann severely, "you can take that dir ty dog right home. I won't have him around. Besides. Robert Sawyer ain't the kind of a boy you bo. He don't care fur sech things—I know he don't." Half an hour later, Ann Wetherby, her heart thumping loudly against her ribs, anxiously scanned the pas sengers as they alighted at Slocurn vllle station. There "were not mauy— an old man. two girls, three or four women, und a small, dirty boy with n dirtier dog and a brown paper parcel In bis arms. He had not come! Miss Wetherby held her breath and looked furtively at the small hoy. There was nothing familiar In his appearance, she was thankful to say! He must be another one for somebody else. Still, perhaps he might know something about her own angel boy—she would ask. Ann advanced warily, with a disap proving eye on the dog. "Liftle boy, can you tell me why Robert Sawyer didn't come?" she asked severely. The result of her eantlous question disconcerted her not a little. The boy dropped the dog and bundle te the platform, threw his hat hi the air, arid capered about ft» »HM glee. "HI, there. Bones! We're all right! Golly—but I th ough t we were «Me tra eked. fwr snref" Miss Wetherby sank ft» Bros* dismay to a box of freight near by—the bared head disclosed the clustering brown curls and broad fere brad, and the eyes uplifted to the whtrtftig bet com pleted the tell-tale picture. The urchin caught the hat deftly on the back of his head, and pranced up to Ann with hfs hands In his pockets. "Gee-whlz t marm-—but I thought you'd flunked fur sure. I reckoned me an' Bones wag barkin' up the wrong tree this time. It looked as If we'd come to a jumpln'-off place, an' you'd given us the slip. I'm Bob, myself, ye see, an' I've come all right !" "Are you Robert Sawyer?" the gasped. "Jest ye hear that. Bones !" laughed the boy shrilly, capeçjpg round and round the small dog again. "I's Tlo bert'—now—do ye hear?" Then he whirled back to his position In front of Miss Wetherby, snd road# a lew bow. "Robert Sawyer at y er servie*" he arm cron ced is acock pomyoelty. "Oh, 1 soy," ho added wKh a gafak change of position, "yer'd better call me 'Bob'; I ain't usfer nothin' else. I'd flj off the handle qnlcker'n no time, puttin' on airs like that." Miss Wetberby'8 back straightened. She made a desperate attempt to re gain her usual stem self-possession. "I shall call ye 'Robert,' boy. I don't like— er —that other name." There was a prolonged stare and a lew whistle from the boy. Then he turned to pick up his bundle. "Come on. Bones, stir y er stumps; lively, now! This 'ere lady's a-goln' ter take us ter her shebang ter stay mos' two weeks. Gee-whlz! Bones, ain't this great!" And with «me bound be was off the platform and turning a series of somersaults on the soft grass followed by the skinny, mangy dog which was barking Itself nearly wild with joy. "You c'n toiler me." she said stern ly, without turning her head toward the culprits on the grass. Bobby trotted alongside of Miss Wetherby, meekly followed by the \j s ■* -5 ■VSw it ■mu i » i I ? 14 EVv "Robert, You Ain't a'Going Home T oday." dog. Soon the boy gave his trousers an awkward hitch and glanced side ways up at the woman. "Oh, I say,. marm, I think It's bully of yer ter let me an' Bones come." he began sheepishly. "It looked 's if our case'd hang fire till the crack o' doom ; there wa'n't no one ter have us. When Miss Ethel told me her aunt'd take us. It jest struck me all of a heap. I tell ye, me an' Bones made tracks fur Slocumville 'bout's soon as they'd let us." "I haln't no doubt of It !" retorted Ann, looking back hopelessly at the dog. "Ye see," continued the boy confi dentially, "there ain't ev'ry one what likes boys, an'—hi, there !—go It, Boues I" he suddenly shrieked, and scampered wildly after the dog which had dashed Into the bushes by tho side of the road. Ann did uot see her young charge again until she ha<£ been home half an hour. "Jiminy Christmas!" he exclaimed, "I begun ter think I'd lost ye, but I remembered yer last name wag the same's Miss Ethel,', an' a boy—Tom my Green, around the corner—he told me where ye lived. And. oh, I say, me an' Bones are a-goln' off with him an' Rover after I've had somethin' ter eat—'t is in os' grub time, ain't ft?" he added anxiously. Ann sighed In a discouraged way. "Yes, I s'pose 't la I left some beans a-bakin', and dinner'll be reedy pretty quick. You can come upstairs with me, Roheit, an' I'll show ye where- yer got»' ter sleep," she fin ished, with a sinking heart, as she thought of those retried pillow shams. Bobby followed Mise Wetherhy fate the dainty chamber. He gave one look, and puckered np his llpa ftrto a long, low whistle. "Well, I'll be flabbergasted ! Oh. I •ay, now. re don't expect me ter stay hi all this fuss an' flxln's!" he claimed ruefully. "It—it is the room I calculated fur ye." said Ann. with almost a choke In her voice. The boy looked up quickly snd something rose within him that he did not quite understand. "Oh. well, ye know. It's slick as a whistle an' all that, but I ain't uster havin' It laid on so thick. I ain't no great shakes, ye know, but I'll walk the chalk all right this time." Miss Wetherby did not see much of her guest that afternoon ; he went away Immediately afte* dinner and did not return until supper time. After tapper he went at once to hit room; hat ft was not until Miss Wetherby cessed to hear the patter of hla feet on the floor above that the leaned back ta her chair with a sigh wt relief. ex * When Ann went upstairs to make | the bed that Tuesday morning, the sight that met her eyes struck terror to her heart The bedclothes were scattered In wild confusion half over the room. The washbowl, with two long sinking books across It, she dis covered to her horror, was serving as a prison for a small green snake. The Bible and the remaining hymn books, topped by "Baiter's Saints' Rest," lay in a suspicious-looking pile on the .floor. Under these Mies Wetherby did not look. After her experience with the snake and the wash bowl, hei nerves were not strong enough. Sb« recoiled In dismay, also, from the sight of two yellow, paper-covered books on the table, flaunting shame lessly the titles : "Jack the Pirate el Red Island," and "Haunted by a Headless Ghost." Ann Wetherby never forgot that Fourth of July, nor for that mntter, the days that Immediately followed She went about with both ears stuffed with cotton, and eyes that were ever cm the alert for all manner of creep ing, crawling things In which Bobby'» soul delighted. The boy, reinforced by the children of the entire neighborhood, held a cir cus In Miss Wetherby's woodshed, and Instituted a Wild Indian camp ln'hei attic. The poor woman was quit« powerless, and remonstrated all in vain. The boy was so cheerfully good tempered under her sharpest words that the victory was easily his. But on Saturday when Miss Wether by, returning from a neighbor's, found two cats, four dogs, and two toads tied to her parlor chairs, together with three cages containing respec tively a canary, a parrot, and a squir rel (collected from obliging house holds), she rebelled In earnest and summoned Bobby to her side. "Robert, I've stood all I'm a-goln' ter. You've got to go home Monday. Do you hear?" "Oh, come off. Miss Wetherby, 'taln't only a menag'ry, an' you don't Use the room none." Miss Wetherby's mouth worked con vulsively. "Robert!" she gasped, as soon as she could find her voice, "I never, nev er heard of such dreadful goln's-on ! You certainly can't stay here no long er," she continued sternly. An hour later, Miss Wetherby bad a caller. It was the chorister of her church choir. The man sat down gin gerly on one of the slippery haircloth chairs, and proceeded at once to state his business. "I understand. Miss Wetherby, that you have an— er —-young singer with you." Miss Wetherby choked, and stam mered "Yes." "He sings— er —very well, doesn't he?" The woman was still more visibly embarrassed. "I—I don't know," she murmured; then In stronger tones, "The one that looked like him did." "Are there two?" he asked in stupid amazement. Miss Wetherhy laughed uneasily, then she sighed. "Well, ter tell the truth, Mr. Wig gins, I s-pose there atn't; but some times I think there ranst be. Pll send Robert down ter the rehearsal tonight, and you can see what ye can do with him." And with this Mr. Wiggins was forced to be content. Bobby sang on Sunday. The little church was full to the doors. Bobby was already famous In the village. The witchery of the glorious volet entered again into the wojnan's soul, and indeed, sent the entire congrega tion home in an awed silence that was the height of admiring homage. At breakfast time Monday raomhig, Bobby came downstairs with his brown paper parcel under hla arm. Ann glanced at his woeful fn.-e, then went out Into the kitchen and slammed tne oven door sharply. "Well, marm. I've had a bully Mm« —sure's a gun." said the boy wistfully, following her. "Robert." she began with assumed sternless, trying to hide her depth ol feeling, "you ain't a-goln* home ter day—now mind what I say! Take them things npstnlrs. Qnlck—break fast's all ready !" A great light transfigured Bobby's face. He tossed his bundle into a cor ner and fell upon Miss Wetherby with a bearlike hug. "Gee-whlz! marm—but yer a brick I An' 111 run yer errands an' split yèr wood, an' I won't take no dogs an' cats tn the parlor, an' I'll do ev'rythln' •'ryttitn' ye want me to! Oh, gotly —golly I—Pm gotn' ter stay—I'm gofn' ter stay—I'm goln' ter stay I" And Bobby danced out of the house tut« the yard there to turn somersault after s o me rs a ult tn hilarious glee. A queer choking feeling came tuts Ann Wetherby's throat. She seemed arm to feel the tovtng Clasp of those small young arras. And Bobby stayed—not only Mon day, hut through four other long days —days which he filled te the brtm with fun and frotte and Joyous shouts as before—and yet with a change. The shouts were less shrill and the yells less prolonged when Bobby wat near the 'house. And when tne fbnr long days were over and Saturday came, a note—and not Bobhy—was sent to the city. Th« note was addressed to "Miss Ethel Wetherby." and this Is what Ethel'« amazed eyes read: My Dear Niece—You can tell that singer man of Robert's that he Is not going back any more. He Is going to live with me and go to school next winter. I am going to adopt him for my very own. His father and mother •re dead—he said so. I must close now, for Robert H .hungry, and wants hla dinner. Love to an. ANK WBT BBftB T. | KILLS BABIES TO PUNISH HIS WIFE Husband, Fearing Suit for Di vorce, Drowns Three Boys and a Girl. Paris.—M. Huguet, a farmer of Sovignac, France, is under arrest for one of the most brutal crimes com mitted In France during the recent crime wave here, with having drowned his four young children In a pond In order to punish his wife, and then to have slept calmly until he was placed under arrest. According to his wife's story, he previously had shown great love for "he children, but had concentrated all Huguet is charged « vy'l ■«n 1 ; & (& ■N 9 ■ V» 0 ty cyv/i Beating Them With a Club. his hatred on his wife. Finally, she said she could stand his beatings no longer, so she went to the home of her parents, planning to return later for the children, and then to begin proceedings for a divorce. Huguet heard oFher plans and went to see her, begging her to return to him. Upon her refusal, he threatened to do something which would cause her death within a few weeks. He re turned to his home and, at midnight, drowned the four children, taking the seven-month-old boy first, then the two-year-old son, then the five-year old boy, and finally. Marte, seven, his only daughter. The two older children sensed the tragedy and begged for their lives, but their father was obdurate and, after beating them with a club, he threw their bodies Into the pond. It is Improbable that he will mount the guillotine, as It Is believed he is in sane and that a jury will send him to an asylum for the rest of his Ufe. DEAD MAN'S GLANDS ARE USED After Execution They Are Grafted on Patient in Hospital in Sing Sing Prison. Ossining, N. 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