is a queer
thing for sure, when it will make a mother forget the child that she
brought into the world!"

"I think the mother--from what I can gather--wanted to keep the boy,
but the father is a very proud man, and this lad aggravated him some
way just to see him, and the mother yielded to his wishes, as a true
wife should, and for the sake of peace has withdrawn her objections."

"A poor soft fool, that's all she is, to let a domineering old
reprobate send her poor lad away, just because he did not like to see
him around, and him his own child! And even you, Mr. Tilton, who have
been out here living with civilized people for three years, have
enough of the old country way in you yet to say that a true wife
should consent to this to please the old tyrant! Faith, I don't blame
the Suffragettes for smashing windows, and if I wasn't so busy feeding
hungry men, I believe I would go over and give them a hand, only I
would be more careful what I was smashing and would not waste my time
on innocent windows!"

"But you will take him, won't you, Mrs. Corbett? I will feel quite
easy about him if you will!"

"I suppose I'll have to. I can't refuse when his own have deserted
him! I would be a poor member of the Army if I did not remember Our
Lord's promise to the poor children when their fathers and mothers
forsake them, and I will try to carry it out as well as I can."

Stanley was soon established in the big white-washed room in Mrs.
Corbett's boarding-house. He brought with him everything that any boy
could ever want, and his room, which he kept spotlessly clean, with
its beautiful rug, pictures, and books, was the admiration of the
neighborhood.

Stanley understood the situation and spoke of it quite frankly.

"My father thought it better for me to come away for a while, to see
if it would not toughen me up a bit. He has been rather disappointed
in me, I think. You see, I had an accident when I was a little fellow
and since then I have not been--quite right."

"Just think of that," Mrs. Corbett said afterwards in telling it to a
sympathetic group of "Stoppers." "It wouldn't be half so bad if the
poor boy didn't know that he is queer. I tried to reason it out of
him, but he said that he had heard the housekeeper and the parlor-maid
at home talking of it, and they said he was a bit looney. It wouldn't
be half so bad for him if he was not so near to being all right! If
ever I go wrong in the head I hope I'll be so crazy