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n was as tireless a giver, day came when his funds gave out, and his heart jumped drunkenly at the sound of the newsboy's ring. The boy, as ragged and elfin as ever, stood read y to make the unfair exchange.
"Say, kid," asked Remington, with the humor of desperation, "does your Pop ever whack up with you ?"
The faded blue eyes stared up at him ; the thin lips broke into a grin.
"Say ; I held out on him onct, an' he skinned me mulligan."
' What's that?" "Swiped de bone from me soup." Remington didn't smile. He took a lonely quarter from his pocket and handed it to the kid. "Here ; hang on to this for yourself," he
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At sight of his customer, all the babysparkle faded from the urchin's eyes, and the blank, frightened look came into them. The vibrant swell of his slight body shrunk to his sly, wise way.
"Evenin* poiper, sir," he piped up wuz jest leavin' it."
But neither Remington nor the could find the newspaper. It disappeared.
Remington entered the house. His wife sat laxly in a chair, the paper gripped in her hands. And one glance from her red-rimmed eyes told him everything.
"It's Jim Briggs," she managed to say; "he's found us at last."
Then, to the tune of little feet romping above them, Remington let himself out.
"Yes, d — n his black soul ! If it wasn't for them," and he looked up quickly at the ceiling, "I'd have cut his rotten heart out and taken my chances at swinging. But the little shoes and the little, wet kisses " His voice broke into a sob.
"Let's try to think it out," she said, with her great eyes widened to all the ghosts of the past.
And over an untasted meal they sat, the pair of them, mute with thought, until darkness came and he rose to
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