Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1875-04-22
Helena, Montana, Thursday, April ~, 1875.

is !. gentleman, MIR. Crayshaw, who-wh0
was once q great friend of my daughters. |
lie was in Australia at the time of our trou- |
bic, and though we wrote to tell him, we have
not heard syllable since. You know the
world, Mr.. Crayshaw!"
Il do, ma'am!" |" answered Jerry, emphatic
ally; land know it's sight better than
people would try TO make it,"
''Ah!" cried Clare, gratefully, her face
radiant, as involuntarily she extended her
hand, ''you think he may be true?"
''He'd be the greatest villain uneer the sun
if he were not, ny dear!" said the old man,
cheerily; adding to himself, ''Poor child
poor child! che, then, has to learn that lovers
vows are easier broken than shoe-strings, and
thought about as little!'
After this, still protesting it was cheaper
for him, as a miser, to supply Mrs. Wcston's
fire than burn one of his own, he frequently
passed his evenings with them. He also pro-
cured Clare some shoe-binding to do, which,
though hard and difficult work, was some
thing.
At the end of the week, be was grimaDcing
at boy through the boots in the window,
| when Clare came to pay the rent.
Take it away he said; "Eet 1t stand
over''
OII, VIC uut IbIIIh VI IAAt. uCS"A
the girl. ''We were going to ask you if you
would not mind portion of it being left for
take it away!' reiterated Jerry, getting
into fury; II won't touch farthing!
like being creditor--for I can charge in
| terest!'
''This kindness, after all you have donc!"
sobbed Clare, her tears falling.
''Go away!" roared Jerry; II amt going
to have scene here-they'll be taking me up
for assault and battery next! Be off, and
| I'll be up to tea in five minutes"
'Bless your generous heart, which no as
sumed rOugbness can hide!' exclaimed Clare, !
gratefully, as she hurried from the shop.
Sitting down, Jerry bent his head on the
counter, and bright tears trickled from his
| eyes into the boot on bis lap.
"Poor thing--poor thing!" he murmured;
| "she's yet to learn that vows arc broken easier
| than shoe-strings, and"
He was interrupted by the shop-dOor open
ing. Looking up, he found before him tall,
| well dressed man, with a brOnzed face, and
thick beard and mustacbe. Jerry started.
'but cah }6Y 6@Y g1 gntto9ng sao s%e s',%nEer
| Weston and her daughter; heard they were
living somewhere in this street 2"
''No!" said Jerry. ''What do you want
with 'em?'
''They are friends of mine.'
''Swells such as you don't often, l should
think, have friends in this neighbOrhOOd."
''In the land came from, friend, the rank
is not the guinea's stamp. But LII seek else
where"
''Stay moment; III inquire
Jerry, carefully closing the door behind
him, sat down on the stairs and enjoyed
mute chuckle, fearfully apoplectic in charac-
ter. On the landing he repeated it, with much
movement of the legs. Then he entered his
lodgers' parlor.
| Dropping into the chair placed ready for
him by the fire, rubbing his knees, his face
one beaming smile, he cried: "Does any one
believe in man? Idon't! Does any oae be-
lieve in Australian gold-diggers2 1 don't
Does any one believe IN lovers keeping their
vows? Lor bless you, don't-not a sylla-
ble!" Then, turning abruptly to the aston
ished women, he proceeded: "Look here
III give you riddle. Suppose a certain
Australian should come to England; suppose
he should come to me; supposing he should
come into this room, bow would certain
party behave? Would she laugh? Would
she faint?"
s.Oh, mother!" cried Clare, starting up;
Il know what he means 1t is Gilbert!'
my dear, reflect, interrupted the widow,
restraining her.
Eyes, she's right" exclaimed Jerry, with
2 caper. ''It's Gilbert-Gilbert!' i
Flying to the door, almost precipitating
himself over the balustrade, he shouted:
"You Australian, come up! You nugget OF
fidelity, come here!"
There was the hang of door, firm, rapid
tread on the stairs, and the bearded stranger
SHOT past Jerry into the room.
''Care-my poor, poor Clare!" he cried:
| ''Gilbert!" she calculated, rushing into his
arms.
The cobbler, after another caper, discreetly
retired to his shop, and let off his superhuman
excitement by charge at the boys in the
street.
Richard Fernsidc, rich Australian cattle
owner, proved indeed nugget OF fidelity.
There was grand wedding, to which jerry
was asked. but he answered he was far too
wise man to make himself uncomfortabse.
Indeed. he sen, the bride pretty gold braceiet
is his wedding gift-a present atfectionately
treasured by Clare. n /
Years AFTER, the young wife, in her home
at the entipodes, received the following char
my DEAn-While writing this, I'm going
off. when you get it, shall have eft: so
this is 70 say, good-by. Bless you! am
kinless old man, and, You know, a mser; out
I'm not going to give my monty to you.
what would &, 900 be to your Australian
digger drop in the ocean. Besides, you
can do without it. No; it's goingto the hes
'pital for children, to which have long been
nm unknown subscriber. Goed-by! Bless
you-bless you all! 'Your old friend,
s'JERRY, C0BBLRk AND MIsER. :"
That letter, too, was treasured; and in the
heart of the bright, cheerful home, in the
wealthy land. "Jerry, the Mlser," was ever