Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1871-04-19

tired and hungry and A-eAAl ~ 80
I Chubb uss IndulEinE in sone freak hh
aunt wouh not bear q the possibility q
~ . hing; her boy lad never been out
a. late as tbs without Der knOvledge, and
ne frlt oonvinoed some evil lad come 70
/ lin. She besourht me % lose not mo-
ment in putting the police in moiion, IN
ADVERTISING, in ofssinE = reward 81 hun
dred puundz &c any Information.
aHad be any money with him, aunt
had grown - intimate with the family
that Mrs. Chubb had adopted me As her
nephew. -,
him his hAlfycar's allowance, nifty pounds,
this very morning. in Bank-oi- England
notes; and be stuffed them into his breast.
coat pocket in his careless way, and -
aIIave YOU got the numbers y
30 YES, I put them down. they're in
nv desk. See here
aNothing but the numbers no date, no
distinguishing letters Dear me, aunt,
how unbusinesslike you arem
"Oh, is il necessary, Edward l didn't
know
sThis list will do well enough for stop
ming the notes but IL they were lost, you'd
never get anything out Of the Bank for
them. But now the point is to find Chubb.
Goodbye, aunt III send the young scamp
home to you fast enough, never fear"
"Please God, / trust you vii"
Lefty was in the hall as | went out.
She came 10 me pale and trembling.
80 Edward, do you think there is any
thing wrong with Chubb n
"No, nothing wrong, ] trust Lefty.
Don't worry about him; he's sure to be all
right"
/ / took her hand as spoke. Her sweet
gray eyes sought mine IN unsuspecting sis
teriy confidence.
"You will come back with him We
shan't go TO bed till you come back. Good
bye, Edward
IL was hot, dull, sodden night; night
on which one felt the oppressive weight Of
undefnable wretchedness. As made my
way to the cab-stand, felt that | was
upon a bootleSs errand.
Chubb hadn't been at Lincoln's Inn ;
the housekeeper, whom ! reused out of
her first sleep, was sure of that. | must
GO on to Enfield street, to the shop of the
eminent wood cngrayers where Chubb was
employed. The premises were locked up ;
an iron bar across the door, with a great
paddock securing it, showed that no one
Slept in the house. What should | do
next In my perplexity, found my way
to the police-ofiioe. The Inspector smiled
at my grave air when he heard my tale.
There's good many young gents as
don't get home as soon as their mas would
like, sir. But III send sergeant with
YOU, sir. The man on the beat will know
where the foreman of the shop lives, no
doubt, sir"
The police-sergcant, grizzled careworn
man, started with me to the beat. The
officer on duty knew where the foreman OF
English & Jardine lived it was in street
of the Tottenham court road Another
short cab-ride, and we were knocking at
Mr. Whites door. Mr.. White was a bach
elor and ledger. He was evidently CIV
ing party that night; the front room was
lighted up, and there was piano going,
and a song with laundering chorus. My
heart felt a great relief; Chubb was here,
of course; this was the very sort of thing
in which he delighted, for which he'd give
{ up any kind of civilized society. Wouldn't
he be wild'at being fetched home by 9
police sergeant and friend
White came to the door in his shirt
, sleeves; he had long clay pipe in hi'
hand, with which he was beating time t
=. the chorus. He seemed too perfectly hap
by to feel any surprise at the sight Of tive
strangers at his gate, although one of then
, was police constable. A rich tenor voice
: inside was singing, "Hard times come agar
J no more"
"Chubb Jackson here? No, he isn't
otis song, a sigh of the weary, hare
! times'-but if you are friend of his, com,
: in and join u.s." Again he was led away
/ by the chorus, "Around my cabin door
come again no more"
The police-sergeant sighed he'd sof
!. heart, fancy, under his blue coat, and few
/ who have had hard times themselves cal
a hear unmoved the plaintive refrain.
= ''Can you give us few minutes CONVEX
! sation on matter Of importance 2"
: "Certainly; only don't interrupt tn
= song. Come in; there. Hard times, har
h times, come again no more;' now choru
;. all %
. We stood there in the hall under tn
~ lamp; Mr.. White waving his pipe to tn
q time, and the police-sergeant joining gruf
r. ly in the strain.
4 "Bravo! thank yc, gentlemen. Nov
# then, what have you got to say to me ?"
~ | told him briefly of Chubb being mis-
, ing, and asked him what clue he had
ii give me.
as "Why, let's see. Chubb went away IL
~ first thing this morning; he wasn't qua
- ter of an hour at the shop. He'd bee
4 drawing some tin, hadn't he? He don
y, often show much at the shop on such occ
W. sions. Where he went to | don't kno,
~ Yes, do, though. can tell you whe
n he started from, at least. He went to Il
I'd Essex street pier for he was asking Brow
h. if it was open again, as it had been repai
nj ing lately, and Brown said it was. b
as where he went after that, know no mo
cd than the dead. But, bless you, he'll tn
up all right"
If We took our leave sadly; it didn't see
ar very hopeful trail.
nd 81 don't like track as ends in the riv,
10 sir You don't often get any farther tn
If. that"
.re We didn't get any farther.
At the early dawn found myself we;
ne lily walking along Albany street, will
Of feeble hope that Chubb might have col
Il home in the meantime. But there "
IN only Mrs. Chubb, sitting up, sad and WI
,t- and looking ten years older in that sim
in night"
ar. "My poor boy, my poor boy p she col
c. only cry, quite broken down, quite p
II comfort. Lefty took her up stairs, an,
didn't venture to see her for month aft
3D. / had the direction of all the inquir