William Adolphus Turnpike

and rectitude. Though an office boy he had his failings, and William's explan

appear gravely judicial, "it's me on the level. You can trust me to tell the truth and do the right thing. But when it co

s psychological p

d as that? I hope

t, my boy, there is only one way to build up a

r. Sunday's the

y! W

closer to Whimple, who was sitting on the table-"there's Pete, he's nine and a holy terror, and Bessie, she's six, and Joey, he's about fo

nning yarns

kids like us and be happy, and now he thinks no man could be happy without a bunch like us, and Ma says it's hard scrapi

our father d

agoing all day long, Saturdays too, an' he's a-buyin' the house we're in, an' it ain't no cinch of a job liftin' a mo

you going to

little, toyed with a button of his ve

ink I know how to get there, and sometimes I

ed, William-if your

, and Tommy Watson says I'm bughouse, bu

son, the a

Pa says he can make people buy rocks and weep wit

s always an inspiration and a delight. His long rambling store, with its wonderful stock of furniture, books, nick-nacks, pictures, all that goes to add zest to the life of the bargain-hunters and auction regulars, was a gathering-place for all

minaries. "I've got an office

hus Turnpike, to w

s quite a char

said the auctioneer,

e wants to be, and that

ends an hour here eve

ha

en minutes to eight, and stays until he has just

garding the other thoughtfully. It

ther regarding his plans. He's only a boy; he may change his mind any day. But I do

e never lost that. It's really a shame, Tommy, paying him the princely salary of

" he said, "and I can depend upon

nts were situated-a bedroom and a library-a most curious library, f

fty books carefully arranged; a little desk and an arm-chair.

mured, "the lives of actors, more plays, The Comedian, Garrick, Nell Gwynn

ep

nk that-almost eve

he way thi

ike William does. Yet he does it so winningly-that's the word, I think-tha

t it?" said T

read these books?"

ary when he's stuck. Besides-I'm telling you everythi

ay he was the greatest comed

Watson with a note of

ndnesses," Whimple said, "

here; has done since he retired from the stage. He's getting feeble, but his

my Watson, auctioneer," said Whimple softly, and then look

en, as the Three Guardsme

y in those words,

he difference? Believe me," he went on, "the boy is

d Whimple warmly as he left the shop, "

ially, "lots, and-well, the legal w