The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1874-12-24

| now" asked one of them young and
rather goodlooking? She's been robbing
jewelers. shop, and we thought she
| came this way"
Yes, yes" replied Fanshaw, eagerly,
catching the prevailing excitement; " she
ran up against me not minute ago. She
went down that passage, and he pointed
| to the alley where the woman had disap-
| reared.
With a hasty thank you" the police
| men hurried in the direction indicated
| but they were soon at fault again, and
| Fanshaw and his wife. having followed
| tor minute or two, disengaged them
selves from the crowd and walked on
Arrived at the station-house, Johnny was
found, his puckered face more puckered
still, crying piteously in the corner in
dire disgrace. The nurse of the ward, an
old crone, whose temper time had soured,
pointed him out yindictiyely.
" Drat the child, | can't do nothing
with him; that's the way hes been going
on the whole blessed morning. Nanny,
nanny, indeed! | wish his mother 'ud
fetch him out, for he's no better nor "a
nuisance here
Mrs. Fansbaw's bright eyes darted dag
gers at the old dame as she passed her,
and in a minute she had gathered little
Johnny into her kind arms, and was cud-
ding him up upon her lap, where the
childs SObs soon subsided under the
combined influence of kisses and oranges
The little fellow was worn out by crying,
and he nestled directly into his new rest
g-plaCe and went fast asleep, clasping
one of Mrs. Fanshaw's fingers tightly in
his notified hand. Ii went to the mothers
heart to have to leave him, but she felt
that in the present state of the family
funds they could not venture to burden
themselves with this helpless child. She
laid him tenderly down, Kissing the
flushed cheek and gently drawing away
her finger
BE kind to him, poor little duck, ="
she said to the old dame, hell
"A baby, and it is hard for him to
be taken from his mother" and in
an unusually subdued mood Mrs
Fanshaw descended the stairs to join her
husband below
Mr. Fanshaw, meanwhile, had been
sitting on bench in the office talking to
one of the officers who was off duty.
Got such thing as a chew of tobac
co about you, Fanshaw ?" said the Off
Ger, peering hungrily into Toms face.
Why, yes" replied Tom Il thought
somebody might want some, so | filled
my box before l started" He put his
hand in his coat-pocket, and drew thence
"A gold Louis quatorze snuff box,
from the lid of which beamed a lovely
enameled face, set round with large dia-
monds Mr.. Fanshaw's eyes opened to
that extent that there was reason to ap-
prehend that he would never be able to
close them again; his wife's glittered
like ravens; the jeweled toy lay shin
ing on the big palm.
Well" at last said Mr. Fanshaw,
drawing "A long breath. a moment after
Bless my soul" he exclaimed, Z" I've
hit it 1t must have been put in nv
pocket by that ere woman we met, with
the police close at her heels Serve her
right if she did get caught" added Tom,
Indignantly, the JADE. putting such
things in an honest mans pocket But
what a beauty ii is. to he sure!"
\ day or two later an advertisement
appeared in the Hernia, offering 800
reward for the box. Fanshaw's con-
science had been set at rest in regard
to the acceptance of such reward, ana
he settled with his wife that she should
go TO the station-hOuse and claim little
Johnny-for they could afford to keep
him on the reward-and meet her lord
afterward at the jewelers. shop When
he reached it he stared through the plate
glass window in admiration for a minute
or two, and then walked in in the best
possible spirits, and advanced toward
the counter
called about this advertisement" ="
said he, showing one that he had cut out
of the paper the box has come into
my possession"
"Oh, indeed" replied the young man
whom he addressed, with an unmistaka-
bic sneer-" oh, indeed :"
1t happened very curiously," Tom
went on, glihly; " | and my wife were
walking -"
Don't tell your story to me, if you
please" interrupted the shopman, rude
ly; "I'll mention your errand to my
master. Here, jenkins, two upon ten"
The shopman went down an inner
passage, and Jenkins advanced from the
other side Of the shop and kept very close
to Tom, in a manner which he could rot
but think offensive, especially as man of
far less respectable appearance was left
standing unmatched at the opposite Coun-
ter. Worse than this, the meaning of the
mysterious order two upon ten soon
became obvious in the gluing of Mr.
Jenkins eyes upon til. ten fingers, five of
which were resting innOcently upon the
counter Tom began to grow very I'M
comfortable. When finally the first sales
man returned and preceded him into a
private room, and Jenkins, calling anoth-
er man to attend to the shop, Joined
quietly in behind, Tom felt that all his
good spirits had unaccountablv LETT him,
n+ hon do.
look, and Of being treated surprisingly
like criminal.
Mrs. Fanshaw, with little johnny in
her hands hovered about the door of the
jewelers. shop for good quarter of an
hour before her lord made his appear
ance. When at length he did so, she
fell back with start, and looked with
terrified eyes into his face; the gas-lignt
showed it to be of deadly white
Heavens, Save us, Tom! What's me
matter: You look like a ghostm
stuff and nonsense" " he said, trying
to speak angrily, but the words came
| thick and faint out of his throat What,
you've got the brat, have your"
Yes, Tom. Poor little man, he was
so pleased" and the wife crept timidly
nearer her husband
We shall never repent it, ANYWAY, I'm
sure. | couldn't have eaten my Christ
| mas dinner comfortable if we hadn't
done it, but haven't you-haven't you got
| the money!"
Yes, I've got the money" he growled
| between his set teeth.
| Mrs. Fanshaw felt such a lump rise in
| her throat that she spoke no more till
| they were at home and in their own
room. There she could no longer re-
strain her tears; they streamed down
unnoticed over the new bonnet-strings
| that she had tied with such pride an hour
| before.
"Oh, Tomr' she pleaded Iran't bear
this. Only tell me what it means"
| "Meansr he exclaimed d" 1t means that
they don't believe word of my story. Ii
means that ! shall lose my situation and
my character, and be ruined. as sure as
| you're living woman; thanks to YOU and
that cursed brat! They don't prosecute.
but they are going to write and inform
the company"
| The next day Tom Fanshaw was sum.
marily dismissed from the employment OF
the n. y. c. Railway Company without q
| recommendation.
| CHAPTER II.
''LaRd IN sight.r' What magic there
| is IN these words as they fly from lip tC
lip on board nomeward- bound vessel
How the passengers come crowding up II
catch the first glimpse of America, near
ing momentarily; what agitated grasps o.
the hand there are between new friends
! what reconciliation hot foo.