He knows only that which is good and beautiful.

He knows nothing of sin nor evil.
Then followed the signature--a thing of scrawls and flourishes that conveyed no sort of meaning to Simeon Holly's puzzled eyes.
"Well ?" prompted Higgins expectantly.
Simeon Holly shook his head.
"I can make little of it.

It certainly is a most remarkable note." "Could you read the name ?" "No." "Well, I couldn't.

Neither could half a dozen others that's seen it.
But where's the boy?
Mebbe his note'll talk sense." "I'll go find him," volunteered Larson.

"He must be somewheres 'round." But David was very evidently not "somewheres 'round." At least he was not in the barn, the shed, the kitchen bedroom, nor anywhere else that Larson looked; and the man was just coming back with a crestfallen, perplexed frown, when Mrs.Holly hurried out on to the porch.
"Mr.Higgins," she cried, in obvious excitement, "your wife has just telephoned that her sister Mollie has just telephoned HER that that little tramp boy with the violin is at her house." "At Mollie's!" exclaimed Higgins.