The Evansville journal., 1868-01-30

Jones, back water. and give way all"
Ned was silent for moment or two
ian unusual thing for him) as we
pulled back to Greenwich.
Well" he said. Fred" after
some FIVE minutes, " it beats me still
to think how that Monday could have
gone to the bad so suddenly. / shall
| keep separate in my mind the old ser
want. and the pirate the brute after
wards became.
It was the day after this little ad-
venture, and Ned S requirement of his
keepsake, that my brother and myself
were coming down Cornhill on our way
to the Bank. Ned had been banter
ing me again about the Divers, and
asking me to show him one
There, said |, pointing to a pass
ing 'scavenger's. cart; E" look at that
dirty fellow driving; so hard, so
vicious, so crafty and cruel. Do you
know him p ..rt..
Ned did not, by any means.
That" said |, grandiloquently,
= is Caesar Borgia. [ know him direct
ly from the old medals of him shown
me at the Museum by Mr.. Vaux, only
ten days ago. Couldn't mistake him.
But hush, L see he does not wish to
be recognized, and he has just stopped
his cart at the Yorkshire Gray for
glass of GIN"
Fred was fond of this wild Bed
lamite theory of mine, and laugh
ed as usual in his hearty, frank, joy
Gus way. na~tsfff1r GA
Come, cross over, he said; you
must call on that stockbroker just
opposite the bank
just as we crossed, an old negro
crossing came across the road
towards US with extended hand, for
the usual penny. We came full butt
against him. Ned drew back, and
laid hold of my arm. [ confess [ felt
my flesh creep and my eyes dilate.
The sweeper himself dropped his
broom, and seized one hand Of Ned's
and one of mine. 1t was Monday,
come down from the gibbet; Monday,
there could be no doubt, for there
was the same large droll eye, the same
| form and manner, more wrinkles,
white hair, but still the same man.
He was almost hysterical in his de-
! light, so we drew him to the entrance
| of passage in Threadneedle Street.
90 Massa Fred" he said, 90
Massa Ned, how mother2 How dear
missus? o dear, o Lor, you thought
| ran away with twenty pound twen-
ty-eight year ago; no. no, not old
Monday. Pre-, s-gang seized him at
Wrapping, took him off to Indian sta
| tion-kept there ten years-then run
away-never asked to go-came back
to London-got this crossing-made
money here, Last week Alderman
Woodman-good man, pass here every
dsy to business-left me a hundred
pounds. o, ten years [ have got that
twenty pounds of yours Massa Gam
bier dear, and brought it daily to this
very crossing, hopipg to see y0q1hear
As Monday sqid this, he drew from
side pocket Of his long soiled scarlet
waistcoat a small, greasy bar of gold,
and pushed it into my hands.
Tears sprang into my eyes; as for
| Ned. who was always more impulsive
than myself. he walked away for
/ about twenty yards, and then turned
| back obviously red about the eyes.
We both shook Monday by the hand,
and he grinned and danced around
us, careless Of the whole world be-
side. = a4 I1
g But, Monday, said Ned, severely,
as if still almost doubling the truth,
and looking scrutinizingly in Mon
days face, how did this arise-this
murder at Jamaica. your turning pi-
rate Captain? W ho was it, if it
wasn't you, who was tried at the
| old Bailey, and is now swing
ing in chains at Blackwell Point?
Moreover,-mind now, man, you re on
your oath.-let me see, have you go
two thumbs ~ 3 lV
Monday smiled quietly, and held
out his hands, The thumbs were
safely on.a Then ne sighed, and beat
his broom thoughtfully on the ground.
. | was at that trial. massa. That
was brother Caesar; bad lot-bery
bad when his blood was up. Neber
liked white man after Captain of
Thunderer gave him two hundred
lash-blood always UP after that
We looked at each other,-we saw
the whole mistake in a moment, | put
back the twenty pounds quietly into
Monday 8 hand, them whispered to
my brother, and be. nodded approval.
Monday.Hn said. . if on inquiry
we find your character since you left
us has~beenT good we want you to
come back and live with US. We live
down in Dorsetshire near the old
place now; | am married, and there
are three fresh little Gamblers of a
new race for you to steal apples for. "
The old fellow rested on his broom,
took both. our hands, and shook with
crying.
:" Bless you, Massa Gambler, dear"
he said : You'll find I've been steer