IN BRACK'S COTTAGE
BRACK'S was a humble abode not far from the inner harbor. He lived there with his mother. The old woman idolized him; he was a very good son. She attended to their small wants and kept the house scrupulously clean.
"I've brought a mate, mother," said Brack as he entered with his companion.
"He's welcome, my boy." She always called him her boy, and somehow it did not sound strange.
"Come in, don't be afraid," said Brack.
The man stepped into the small room, looking round suspiciously. Why had Brack brought him here, had he any particular reasons for doing so, reasons that would benefit himself?
Brack gathered something of what was passing in his mind and whispered, "You'll be quite safe here, sit down."
They had a fish supper; to the stranger it was the most wonder
