Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1877-01-17

dance in one corner by ourselves.
There isn't the beat of Miss May on
this whole world.
"She's 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, I love you better than hun
dred Miss Mays"
| Tim chuckled and winked hard, but
said never 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 90 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
morning. They each had 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 out on the table and
covered with napkin. A curious chill
Of something like neglect went to Tins
warm heart; but he whistled it away,
found bit of cold meat and some oat-
meal. Then he decided he would run
over on Broadway and tell Jerry of his
good luck. It was too late to think of
going to the bank.
No little chap sat on the well-known
corner. Tim walked up block, down
again, and studied the cross streets
sharply. Had he sold out and gone
home? Or may be he 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 a bit jolly; but he boiled
the kettle and 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 d dry goods box, and Tim went to
inspect it. Why-Jerry's shelf was
entirely empty. Shirts, stockings, yes,
everything, even to his old everyday
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 thump that bruised
his knuckles. It seemed to him that
the box had breathed suspicion that
Jerry had stolen the money and run
away. Then he kicked it, and sat down
and cried as if his heart would break.
His pardner, little Jerry, thief. No,
he would never, never believe it.
He sat up till midnight, and itseemed
to him there had never been such lone
illness since the world began. Then the
next morning he made some inquiries.
Their two nearest neighbors were wash
erwCm men. Both had been out all day.
Nc one had seen Jerry.
If Jerry's father were not in prison
but he had been sent up in February
for year, and here 1t was only the last
of June. Or if there had been any
evil companions hanging around; but
Jerry and every scrap of his belongings,
as we'll as the money, had surely dis
appeared.
There was no gay excursion for Tim.
He brooded over his dessrtiony and
grew morose, began to save his money
again, and shut himself up Ike her
NIT. The poor, crippled boy that he
had taken to his heart, that he had
warmed and fed I All it was very
bitter. Perhaps not even his beautiful
Miss May would care to remember him.
So he did not go near her. Autunan
came on apace. One dreary Novem-
Der day. when he could find nothing to
do, he turned homeHard, weary and
heart-sick. All, if there was only a
CHEEKY voice to welcome him
Some one stood by his door, 81 lady
in dainty attire. Some. one caught, his
arm, and cried
90, Tim, I'm so glad YOU have
come have been waiting almost an
hour. Tim, I've found little Jerry, and
he is dying, but he asks for you con-
stantly- Come right away. Don't lose
moment"
"Jerry F" in sort of dazed way SIS
if. he but half understood. "Listle
Jerry-my pardner? O, Miss May
no, you can't mean it-dying?
long already !"
They walked down the stairs, scud-
ded through the street to horse car.
It seemed to Tim as if they rode an,
hour. Then they aighted, and short
walk brought them to decent looking
tenement house. Up one flight of stairs,
and the door opened.
els it Tim ?" asked weak voice.
Tim threw himself on his knees by
the bedside, and kissed the sweet, wan
face with the tenderness Of mother.
For some minutes only sobs were
heard.
You told him, Miss May?"
"No, Jerry. We hurried so there
was no chance. But I will tell hina'
every word
80, Elm, you didn't think I was O.
theft It broke my heart to 20. 1t
was father. He got out some way and
had been watching us. He,oame that
night when were so happy counting
our money, but he didn't dare offer to
take me away then. The next morn
ing he walked in with a paper, which
be said was warrant for me, and that
if I dared to say word, he'd send nae
to the Refuge. I picked up my things
II was so afraid of him-and then he
wanted the money, and swore if I
didn't get it he'd murder me. I told
him wouldn't; so he tied my hands
and bound my mouth, lest I should
corooro opd thon no b,,ptod ovorv.