Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1874-05-14
"Oh, I can make fifty dollars


dollars-I couldn't wash enough in tel
years to come to that"
II don't know as We could, but "
can let me have fifty Of that two hun
dred that Joe Deming left with ye las
night ye can make it all right will
him ye know. He don't need it al
for he jist got fifty out of that fellow
to-day"
"How dye know Joe left any mon
ey here, I'd like to know"
"Don't make any difference.
know it and that's enough. Come
what do ye say? Will ye come down
with the stamps, or shall have tc
peach on ye?"
o, aint afraid of that, Jack yt
wouldn't tell the folks where theil
girl is any more than l would, and ye
know it ; but the money ye can have
for / calculated when Joe left the
money, he wouldn't have so much tc
carry away. / shan't be his banker
unless l get good interest"
"Let's have it then for the foul
o'clock train will be in right off, and I
want to try my game once more. Il
have good luck, I'll pay ye back"
eyes, you'll pay me back just as
ye have a thousand other times. Here
take the money, and don't come round
again ye good for -" The door
slammed in Mag's face and she was
once more alone.
Little Jennie wendea her way to
the further part of the city where the
Deans lived, and was met at their
door by the bright-eyed little daugh-
ter, with-"How do you do, Jennie ?
We saw you from the observatory
where we had been with mamma to
see the flowers. She keeps them up
there to get the warm sun, and we've
got the tiniest little rose up there just
the color of your cheeks. Why how
tired you look-are you sick. Nam
ma see how tired she looks y
"Why, Jennie, what is the matter?''
'Please give me some water. I'm
so thirsty. I've had such a long walk
and | felt bad when [ started, but
dare not tell mother for she'd have
whipped me. She said I mustn't come
home till | got my basket full, but l
never can walk all the way home,
I'm so tired ~
"Come in, little one. You shall
have your basket filled and John shall
carry you home with the pony when
you get rested"
ooh! no, indeed, you are very kind,
but mother told me never to let YOU
know where I lived if l did she
would whip me terribly. o, dear !!
how my head aches " and poor Jen-
ME sank lifeless on the rich carpet.
"Mamma what shall we do? See
how white she is She is dead !"
"Tell John to go for DR.. Marsh,
quick, Annie"
DIR. Marsh soon came, and pronounc-
ed Jennies symptoms typhoid fever,
and in these kind hands we will leave
the little outcast.
''Hold on, Jack Woodworth," and
one of Pinkerton's detectives placed
his hand firmly on Jacks collar
Cup to the old game are you? Pass
back the gentleman's pocket book, and
let's be off.
'Stop minute. I'll hand back the
pocket book, but what will you take
and keep num- I've got little scrip
the old woman forked over this morn
ing, and if yell name the sum, I'll
pay it. [ don't want to go to the old
quite 50 soon, for I hain't been
out of Joliet morn week. Come,
how much ?"
'Come along, Jack. You ought to
know that l am never bought. You've
had pretty good luck with the city
police, but Pinkerton's men don't sell
themselves So come along;" and
our worthy was conducted to the |
police station.
The next morning in court, Mag !
pleaded hard with the Judge for
Jacks release, but she was told that
ne must go to the State Prison this
lime, and for term of fyears, and so
ne was sent to Joliet again.
Mag went home and commenced
search Tor Jennie, but as she had told
ner not to 60 to Mrs. Deane's, she of
course did not look in that direction.
Days passed, weeks, and after two
Mag gave up all hopes of