The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-09-11

I'd go on cleaning your shoes till
dropped-you know | would And
the masters, too-I'm not afraid OF
work. But for that Starkie's shoes
L should like to chuck them in the
riverp And in a lower voice, he ad
| ded. And him after themi"
You don't like Mr.. Starkie?"
Say [ hate him. that would be
nearer the mark"
You shouldn't hate anybody.
Davy; it's very wicked and un Chris,
tan like" and Miss Block shook her
head gravely and held up warning
forefnger, after fashion much favor
ed in the pulpit. You shouldn't
hate anybody"
We'll, l don hate everybody, said
Davy, as though that signified much
the same sort of thing, and was as
| decent an approximation to goodness
and Christianity as could be expected
of boy in his situation and of his
character. But as for that Starkie,
with his white face, and his white
hands, and his white stockings"
You hate him because he's clean
and you're dirty, Davy"
Perhaps SO. But l m not his SER
want. | was bound to the master, not
to him: yet he treats me like dog
He never gives me so much as good
word. p"
well do I ever give you good
word, as you call it?"
You're forever giving me good
looks, Miss Nancy; you see, you can t
help doing that
Miss Nancy smiled.
m not fine gentleman as he is,
and never shall be, of course | know
that" the lad continued; and then he
added, glancing curiously at his mas
ter's daughter as he spoke, 'and of
course you'd never let me kiss your
hand, as you let him. Not if / lived
for thousand years you wouldn't.
1t ism to be expected you would; is
it now, Miss Nancy?"
You wicked boyl" cried Miss
Block, blushing and angry. How
dare you say such things?"
He did kiss your hand. because I
saw him do it," Davy Jones said,
simply; Il was looking through the
crack of the door" -sl ~ b8a
How could I help his kissing my
hand? He would do it. | didn't
want him to. I'd much rather he
hadn't done it. 1t was very rude of
him. And-and it's very mean to
look through the cracks of doors, and
to watch people, and play the spy upon
them, Davy" Miss Block was alto
gether very much distressed.
didn't intend to be playing the spy
upon you; but do what | will my eyes
seem always to be following you
about. They're never tired of going
In search of you; they're never SO
happy as when they're resting on you
I'm sure l didn't want to see him
kissing your hand. 1t made my heart
ache sorely; and If you'd but given
the word, I'd have had him on the
floor 10 minute, asd given his white
neckcloth a twist he wouldnt have
liked. Anything rather than that
such a fellow as that should have
kissed such "a hand as yours, Miss
Nancy"
Did Davy Jones come of Irish pro-
genitors? But it avails not to ask
the question, for no answer can be
given to it, Perhaps an Irish nurse
had tended his infancy in the work
house. Certainly there was a sweet
and touching and especially Irish
plaintiveDess now and then in his
voice and manner when he addressed
his masters daughter 4alieaa
There's sixpence for you, Davy,"
said Miss Block, in a softened tone,
as she drew the coin from her long
purse. Don't you ever tell any one
what you saw through the crack Of
the door, there's good boy. You
wont see me again for some little
time, though you look through the |
cracks of doors never so; nor [ sha mt |
see Mr.. Starkie. We're going to !
Margate, father and are, tomorrow,
by the hoy. [ hope the change will |
cure poor fathers asthma, and make |
him well again. Mind and behave
while we're away. Don't |
get quarreling with Mr.. Starkie. Do |
you hear, Davy? No good will come
of your quarreling with Mr.. Starkie,
but only harm" ..rr5..,.
won't quarrel with him if he |
won't quarrel with me, said Dayy."
And if you'd only be little more
tidy and wash your face. Davy-''
Well. what then" Miss Nancy?"
the boy demanded eagerly. .a.a
Why, you'd look so much nicer
and cleaner. What did you think I
was going to say?" And she tripped |
AWAY from him with laugh
David remained speechless and mo3
tionless for some time Then he
kissed the sixpence, tossed it in the
air, as though he was having little
solitary gambling with it. Finally,
ifter much trouble, he bored hole
n it with a brad awl, and tied it
round his neck, under his shirt, with