The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1877-09-01

no" SLIIs lccl dDOuI SuCn poor CTlDpleS
as you and me, but my opinion is that
my nanny would have been GLAD
enough to have had husband with the
great, tender heart you've got. Poor
nanny! Pm glad she's in heaven along
of the angels, and Pm glad she don't
know about my legs. God wouldn't tell
her when she was so happy-would He,
TIM"
No, He wouldn't" said Tim over
great lump in his throat.
There never were such happy days in
the life of either as those that followed.
Jerry cooked, kept accounts, washed,
ironed and mended, and as the days
grew warmer began to do quite thriv-
ing business in button hole bouquets,
standing on the corner as the men went
uptown. Now and then he sold popu-
lar photographs on commission, or Il lot
of choice bananas.
Tim was brisk and active, and caugh:
up all manner of odd jobs. Now and
then he saw Miss May. Once he sent
Jerry with a bouquet of flowers.
g wanted you to see him, Miss May"
he said afterward, hanging around until
he caught sight Of her. " He don't look
pale and peaked, as he did when we first
set up. It's good Twin, you see, and no
beatin's. And we have just the iollicst
times you ever heard Of He don't want
me to call him anything but pardner. |
do believe that ere little chap would give
his life for me-"
40 Tim, how good you are~ she cried.
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is very noble to take that poor little boy
by the hand and love and protect him. "
Noble" echoed Tim, pulling his fore
lock and coloring through the tan and
CRIME. Why, Miss May, he's a sight of
help and comfort to me; better'n any
wife could be, cause, you see, no woman
who'd take me ever'd be half so good"
Tim, said she, opening her dainty
Russian leather pocket-b book, q want to
add little mite to your happiness.
am going to the country soon, for the
whole summer. l want you to take this
and spend it just as tell you. You and
Jerry must go on some nice excursion;
there will be plenty of them presently.
Get good dinner, and take all the de-
light you can, and remember to tell me
all about it afterward,"
90 Miss May, YOU are too good for
anybody's folks! Indeed, III tell you
every word. And can come again next
winter to shovel snow and do chores?"
Yes, indeed. We shall be glad to
have you. God bless you, and your
partner, poor, brave little SOUL l shall
think Of you often"
i never see an angel kept the ones
in the picters with wings, but | know
Miss May is one, said Tim to himself.
Tim and his partner counted their
money that night; business had been
fourishing of late.
There's twenty-one dollars that we
have saved up free and clear, and the
lady's five. Tim, you had better put
them in the bank" and Jerry's eyes
sparkled feverishly.
I'D have to hide the bank book, then"
and Tim ChuCkled. "Think of havin' a
bank account! Why, we'd feel almost
like Aston, or old Commodore"
"But ! wish you would, Tim. I'm
afraid to have so much in the house. 1t
will be something against winter when
business is dull. Now we're making
plenty to live upon. Won't you, TIM"
'TO be sure | Tomorrow. And
We'll hide the book in that same chink
in the floor. No one would think of
looking there. And We'll have rousin'
time on some 'Xcursion. Wen choose
one with a brass band, and have a little
dance in one corner, byourseIyes. There
isn't the beat Of Miss May in this whole
world"
"Shes good, but then she's rich, you
know. Five dollars doesn't look so large
to her as it does to you and me. But,
Tim, | love you better than hundred
Miss Mays"
Tim chuckled and winked hard, but
said never u word.
He was off early in the morning, as he
had an important job on hand. Jerry
would have dinner all ready at noon, and
he would put on his " store clothes" and
go down to the bank like any other swell
My eyes, Weren't they in clover?
Tim could not get home until three;
but he had earned two dollars since morn
ing. They each had a key to the door,
and, finding it locked, Tim drew out his
Jerry had gone to business; afternoons
were his time. There was no dinner set
on the table and covered with a napkin.
A curious chill of something like neglect
went to Tins warm heart; but he whistled
it away and found bit of cold meat and
some oatmeal. Then he decided he would
run over on Broadway and tell Jerry of
his good luck. 1t was too late to think
of going to the bank.
No little chap sat on the well-known
corner. Tim walked up a block, down
again, and studiedthe cross-strects sharp
ly. Had he sold out and gone home? Or
maybe be had taken the money to the
bank! Tim ran home again. Yes, that
was it: the money was gone
He waited and waited. Somehow he
did not feel bit Jolly, but he boiled the
kettle ard laid the supper. No Jerry
yet. What had become of him? Had he
put on his best suit?
They had made ClOthes-press out of
a dry-goods box, and Tim went to inspect
it. Why.-Jerry's shelf was entirely
empty. Shirts, stockings, yes, everything,
even to his old every day suit, gone, Tim
dropped on the floor, and hid his face in
his hands. Had Jerry
1t was funny, but Tim squared off and
gave the box a thump that bruised his
knuCkles. 1t seemed to him that the
box had breathed suspicion that Jerry
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