The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, October 16, 1904, Page 15

FRANCISCO SUNDAY CALL. —— AN -Old—Faus ELLSWORTH E.KELLEY —— itin 7 = The . HUNGER ByCampbellM’Leocd ™ as socn ontinued peared he tch and let’s the gir! who . begin right in the middl so as to reach the denouement sconer. Jur Jack is in love—" Laugh lity from the “He ng exclamations of incredu- ning girls. is—homest. “His soul is tuned t accord with peerless strains ed. with an air of im- is the story of a slow particularly slow speak- £ «£ HIS NEGOTIABLE h@ioned - S5 7~ (UK L A\ [ A mes’ e r eighty. Mr. Weaver had ting out the lower eight was too large to called hands R S hthtaaaaas Of a g " MAN’S SOUL | R AR RR Y of a person e received some one 1 is not the end? igration author- urging Alec continued: n Jack went to the immigration found a clean, decent-look- English woman, who fell gpon his neck and called him her dear nephew, and announced to the officers that he was the living image of her dear dead brother ‘Jock.’ Now Jack hasn’t & living relative and never had an aunt, and he tried to explain this to the old lady and to the officers. But she would have none of it, and the officers told him very gruffly that If ke didn’t intend to suppert his“aunt to say so at once, for in that case the woman would jave to be deported. She broke down at this and cried in the most pitiful way, and—well, it ended in Jack taking her away with him. He has s room for her In the house where he’s boarding and is doing his best to make her comfortable. He spends most of his evenings with her, and the old cresture is as happy as can be.” - “Jack’s a brick!™ exciaimed Kathleen excitedly. “It is certainly very noble of him,” said the editor warmly. “Can’t he find the real nephew?” MOTHER WOULD SOMETIMES GET A LEETLE TOO MUCH SODY IN THE, BISCuITs ? By Otho B. Senga years ag: his arriv; e in a young ma She would expect her nephew to look n he left England, and Imost any big, blond young Englishg man would co “Take care of her as long as she lives —it can’t be so very long. poar soul, and she hasn’t a cent. Jack says prov- idence has sent him an aunt and he shall do his duty by her. She admitted a day or two ago that perhaps she might not be his real aunt, but she was ‘negotiable h'am: Of course the poer old lady hasn’t the siightest idea of the meaning of negotiable,” but un- der the circumstances—the way she has transferred herself to Jack—youwll ad- mit {t’s funny. He's upstairs now ask- ing Mrs. Gray to go to see the old lady.” He turned abruptly to the musie teacher, who had remained silent “What do you think of Jack's Quixot- ism. Miss. Stuart?” “I—I think Mr. Hawarden is doing right,” she said softly, “enly he ought—" She stopped, with flushed cheeks and shining eyes, for Jack Ha- warden stood in the doorway. The Englishman's comprehension was quick enough this time to take in the whole situation. “Alec!” he cried “Jack,” returned Bruce, spreading AUN except about the I'm going to tell young lady of J he request that she make use of i nishing a hom He took from his w tiny, flat box of tin, hardly an inch square, and heid it out on palm of his hand. It was sealed by having a thin strip of paper pasted over the joining of the box and its cover. “I suppose It never occurred to old lady that a great, big. hulk leather-head,” lingering lovingly ov the words, “like Jack had not dared to tell the young lady—" No one* spoke. Hawarden sat horrifed silence. Finally Katk Cly@e broke out earnestly: “It's a of course, leaving Mr. Hawrs ‘den a fine estate in England and—" Hawarden pulled himseif toge and came to Bruce's side, trying to smile. “There’s no one to leave me an tate, Miss Clyde. I really haw relative in the world, and my pa were poor people. I think the ol lady is not in her right mind. I fancy that what Alec calls a box is really a sort of tin locket, and probably con- tains a portrait of her lost nephew.™ He paused as if to gather courage to go on, and his face paled. tha ther s e room, and If any one iced that Hawarden followed her no gnation, he had aunt” has made Jack ated gift™ rden heard the foyous exclam- owed Miss Fairiie’s an- ment and came in, hoiding Miss E g and embarrassed, by Miss Fairlfe™ bRe ," she answered, with orn of knowledge, “ but a single stamp.” mock solemnity, but eling remark was lost in a shower of good wishes and congratu- lations. (Cepyright, that !s fresh Yes, you 13994, by Otho B. Senga)