The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1876-11-09

few minutes later he crammed the pocIs
et-book in his pocket and called in haste
for the car to stop, as he had passed his
street. He left the car, followed by the
hungry looking woman, and John Cady
was the only passenger left. He watch
ed the old man across the street until be
was lost to view, amid the crowded pave
ment, and then settled himself for anotIl
er effort at castle building, when his eyes
were attracted by something lying in the
straw beneath where the old gentleman
had been sitting.
Johns heart almost leaped into his
mouth he trembled from head to foot
| with agitation, and he felt momentary
faintness. 1t was the old gentleman
pocket-book. John Cady gave quick
look at the conductor. He was gazing
in another direction, and with rapid
snatch the precious wallet was in John s
possession. A hundred thoughts passed
through his mind in rapid succession.
What should he do with it? Should he
| give it up to the conductor2 Should he
call a policeman Should he keep it
and advertise it, or wait until it was adj
vertised and then obtain the reward !!
While these thoughts passed through
his mind sudden impulse seized him
to get out, and he sprung from the car.
Perhaps I can find the old gentleman
he thought, and he forthwith dashed
along the street. Pedestians looked at
him as he flew on his way. and no doubt
thought he was crazy OF in a hurry. Far
and wide his eyes wandered to discover
the owner of the pocketbook, but the
old man was nowhere in sight. After a
half-hour's fruitless search, he happened
to cast his eyes across the street, and
perceived the old gentleman standing on
the pavement examining his pockets,
while his face exhibited much dismay
He had discovered his loss.
ST found it found it p cried John,
as he dashed up to the old man and ex
tended his treasure.
| For a moment neither spoke. It was
strange picture, the old man holding
his recovered pocketbool1, and John
Cady, all eagerness and Out of breath,
from the haste in which he had been
running. The old fellow at length open
ed his arms, and John fell plump INTO
them. The embrace was short, however,
for the old gentleman Immediately be-
gan to count his notes. When he had
satisfied himself they were all correct,
he spoke
tWorthy young man r. he exclaimed.
"Honest youth-permit me"-and he
grasped a handful of notes. Then he
paused rs if new idea had struck him.
''No, - he calculated, ''honesty like this
can never be rewarded by few dollars
car never repay you. Such conduct
as yours is not to be measured by mon
ey. shall never forget you. Here, :"
and he presented his card, ''come and
see me tomorrow at three o'clock.
Sharp three, remember-Im precise.
Adieu, noble youth, adieu )" and the old
fellow turned away to hide the emotion
which was choking his utterance.
John Cady gazed at the card. 1t was
inscribed Phineas Parsons, - street,
Gown.
It was quite clear to John Cady that
his fortune was made. Here was an old
gentleman evidently of great wealth, to
whom he had restored a large amount of
money. The old man was grateful, there
was no mistake about that, for was he
not on the point of giving him handful
of notes by way of reward? He was 60
ing to do better, no doubt. He had
given him his card and invited him to
his house. s'Come and see me to-mor-
row > these words rang in Johns ears,
and he could think of nothing else. He
didn't go to see his aunt that day; he
couldn't. His heart was too full of un-
utterable JOY for e commonplace visit to
a relative. He turned back to the city,
and went to cheap restaurant to get
|
however, and he soon was at his CASTLE
building again. No, it wasn't castle
building this time, it was something
tangible. The card of Phineas Parsons
told him it was tangible.
'sHe meant to make friend of me, -
murmured John. 'sHe'u introduce me
to his family-to his daughter |!
| that's it. I'm sure that's what he meant.
| He wishes me to be his son-in-law. His
| daughter must be beautiful land her
name-her name-is May. I have no
| doubt of it. L always loved the name of
May. May Parsons What charming
name. The old gentleman will join our
hands together and say : ''Take her, oh,
noble youth She is thine |"
John Cady went straight to his home
and took twelve dollars from the spot
where he had hidden it. He then went
to clothing store and purchased new
coat and vest. All the evening he par
AIDED before his little cracked looking
glass, and wondered how May Parsons
would like his appearance. He slept
poorly that night, and awoke at least a
dozen times and wondered if it was morn
ing.
He dreamed thathe owned large man
ufactory and had hundreds of hands in
his employ; that he lived in a splendid
mansion surrounded by every luxury !;