The proof

THE PROOF

W. C. Tuttle tells a moving little story of a wanderer who came home

At first glance you would have said the man was sixty. A closer inspection, and you would have said seventy, perhaps. As a matter of fact, he was forty. Tall, lean jawed, with a deeply lined face, hair as gray as a December rabbit, a decided sag to his lean shoulders.

He wore a faded old mackinaw...