T. Tembarom, a New York street waif, who has struggled and smiled his way to a precarious success on a cheap newspaper, suddenly awakes to find himself Temple Temple Barholm, master of the ancient manor of Temple Barholm in Yorkshire, with all its resulting complications, amusing and otherwise. His fine sincerity and engaging personality and the timely appearance of a lost heir "to the manor born," save the situation. A charmingly demure English girl supplies the love interest. For all who enjoy a good old-fashioned romance.
y, a good deal about the advantages and superiority of England, to which in the course of six months he became gloomily loyal. It was necessary, in fact, for him to have something with which to compare the United States unfavorably. The effect he produced on Tembarom was that of causing him, when he entered the public school round the corner, to conceal with determination verging on duplicity the humiliating fact that if he had not been born in Brooklyn he might have been born in England. England was not popular among the boys in the school. History had represented the country to them in all its tyrannical rapacity and bloodthirsty oppression of the humble free-born. The manly and admirable attitude was to say, "Give me liberty or give me death"-- and there was the Fourth of July.
Though Tembarom and his mother had been poor enough while his father lived, when he died the returns from his irregular odd jobs no longer came in to supplement his wife's sewing, and add an occasional day or two of