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He Sang Like an Angel, But His Trip to the Country
Will Be Long Remembered. .
By ELEANOR PORTER
Juat David," Etc.
Author of " Pollyanna,
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
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
"They be!—and In their nighties,
too !" she added In a horrified whis
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
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
"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
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
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
"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
"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
"Robert, You Ain't a'Going Home
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
"I haln't no doubt of It !" retorted
Ann, looking back hopelessly at the
"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
"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
"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
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
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'»
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
"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
"I understand. Miss Wetherby, that
you have an— er —-young singer with
Miss Wetherby choked, and stam
"He sings— er —very well, doesn't
The woman was still more visibly
"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
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,
"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
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
■«n 1 ;
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
Ossining, N. Y.—Human glands, In
stead of the usual monkey glands, were
grafted upon George Hanser, a prisoner
In Sing Sing prison, to renew his vigor
and cure him of epileptic tendencies,
according to > medical attaches at the
Glands from the body of Edward
Persons, electrocuted for murder, were
transferred to that of Hauser. Persons
had been put to death three weeks be
fore, and the glands from his body had
been preserved. He had been in per*
feet health until the electric shock
Hauser Is convalescing in the prison
Fall From Father's Arms Kills Baby,
Miezunka, ten months old, was instant
ly killed when she fell from her
father's arms while lie was carrying
her on the veranda of their homei
The Infant fell three stories to the
street. The father dropped the child.
It Is said, when he was bumped by
a baby carriage he was tuking down
Animal Has Two Head* Six Lega
Arcadia, Fla.—Fairy tales cannot
ahow an equal to the strange animals
which are at large In Florida these
days. Mrs. Horatio Smith, a good
Christian woman has seen the latest of
these creatures in broad daylight. It
has legs, two heads, and it is
honest-to-goodness animal, but It has
feet like a duck.
Tots Play Century
With Loaded Pistol
Naw York.—Examining a pre
rrrolut!o»aj 7 pistol that had
been a plaything for children
for more than a century-, Clyde
A. Copson one day found It was
loader! with powder and shot
The pistol, with a 11-Inch bar
rel and a half-inch bore, orig
Thomas Dyans of the Continen
tal array, from whom Mrs. Cop
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