Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1875-06-02
mans property.

| paid, SAID the Wld0W, dOlOrOuSly
But we hadn't some papers we ought
to have had to prove it. So he took
from us every penny, and left us as
you now see !"
ga confounded william ! exclaimed
Jerry, cracking his egg with the bowl
of spoon, as if it had been Mr.. John
Burge's bald head he had got under
it.
"Then all our friends deserted
U.s.
'But one as yet, added the widow.
ale is gentleman, Mr.. Crayshaw,
who-who was once a great friend of
my daughters. He was in Australia
at the time of our trouble, and though
we wrote to tell him we have not
heard a syllable since. You know the
the world, Mr. Crayshaw J"
II do, ma'am !" answered Jerry,
emphatically "and know it's a sight
better than people would try to make
it."
'Ah !" cried Clare, gratefully, her
face radiant, as involuntarily she ex
tended her hand, "you think he may
be true q
"Ie'd be the greatest william under
the sun if he were not, my dear y
said the old man, cheerily adding to
himself: "Poor child-poor child !!
she, then. has to learn that lovers
vows are easier broken than shoe.
strings, and thought about as little y
After this, still protesting it was
cheaper for him, as a miser, to supply
Mrs. Weston's fire than burn one Of
his own, he frequently passed his
evenings with them. He also pro-
cured Glare some shoe-binding to do,
which, though hard and difficult work
was something.
At the end of the week he was
grimacing at boy through the boots
/ in the window when Clare came to
pay the rent.
'Take it away he said; 'let it
stand over"
"Oh, we could not think of that y
began the girl. "NNe were going to
ask if you would not mind portion
oft being left for next-"
"Take it away!' reiterated Jerry
getting into fury Il won't touch a
farthing | like being credltor-tor
| can charge interest "
This kindness, after all you have
done y sobbed Clare, her tears fal-
ling.
$50 away y roared Jerry 81 amt
going to have 4 scene here-they II
be taking me up for ASSAULT and bat
terry next . BE off and I'll be up to
tea in five minutes.
''Bless your generous heart, which
no assumed roughness can hide !" ex-
claimed Glare, gratefully, as she hur-
ried from the shop.
Sitting down, jerry bent his head
on the counter, and bright tears trick
led from his eyes into the boot on his
lap.
"Poor thing-poor thing !" he mur-
INJURED ''She's yet to learn that vows
are broken easier than shoe strings,
He was interrupted by the shop.
door opening. Looking up he found
before him a tall, well dressed man.
with a bronzed face and thick
i. 4rd aud mustache Jerry started.
pardon my intruding," said the
stranger "but can you give me the
address of Mrs. Weston and her
daughter 2 l heard they were living
somewhere in this street"
'No !" SAID Jerry. ''What do you
want with EN- :"
"They are friends of mine"
"Swells such as you don't often, l
should think, have friends in this
neighborhood."
"ln the land | came from, friend,
the rank is not the guinea's stamp.
But III seek elsewhere. "
"Stay a moment; I'll inquire"
Jerry. carefully closing the door
behind him, sat down on the stairs
and enjoyed mute chuckle, fearfully
apoplectic in character. On the land
ing he repeated it, with much move,
ment of the Iegs. Then he entered
his dodgers parlor.
Dropping into the chair placed
ready for him by the fire, rubbing his
knees, his face one beamlng smile, he
cried: "Does anyone believe in man?
l don't Does anyone believe in Aus
tralian gold-diggers? -? don't! Does