Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1880-12-22

by the arm.
What's the row? ?" he asked.
"Use the eyes of We and see," said
she. Hasn't he Sandy Dooley's saw
in the hand of him, and didn't catch
him walking off with it?"
ST did mt steal it ! didn't T. screamed
Dick.
The policeman did not heed the boy,
but ruthIessly dragged him away, with
his book-strap and books under his arm.
All the way to the station poor Dick
cried and cried; but it was no use to tell
his story over again, for no one believed
him, and the dirty old woman followed
close behind.
When they tried to question the boy
at the station, he sobbed SO he could not
speak; and the kind-hearted marshal
said: "Let me see those books" When
he saw written in them Richard Win
nerton," he smiled, and said: "Send
for the boys father" @
Then the old women told her story,
evidently glad to be of so much import
ance; and her evidence was quite over
whelming. ''She saw the boy take the
saw; and if that wasn't stealth what was
it?" While she was still talking the
| door opened, and in came Mr.. Winner
ton, who had driven down as fast as
pair of horses could bring him.
Dick nearly shrieked with delight, and
exclaimed: "Oh, papa! Don't believe
it. I was only fooling, and Sandy will
| tell you SO.
So Sandy was sent for, and said: "He
was shure, sir, the little gintleman could
mean no harm, for it was always kind,
l 1, L 10, l,oI no
gan to work for the squire. And as for
| 'pearin' 'gainst him, the likes of an ould
| meddlin' woman like Mother McQuade
might do so; but he never could be that
mean for bit of joke.
So the matter was dismissed, so far as
! the police were concerned; and Dick
went away with his father, too much
| heated and ashamed to attend school that
day.
It was some time before Mr.. Winner
ton heard the whole story; and do not
think he blamed Dick very much, al
though he id: "Jokes are bad things,
my dear, even among good friends. !"
And Dick was very sure his father wrote
a very nice excuse to the teacher, al
though he did not see it.
The next morning he intended to avoid
Sandy's corGer, but Sandy met him, and
his wife was with him. Evidently they
had been watching for him.
| "Here We are now for "a gentleman,
and we'll be wanting you to come into
the house when We come home, for it's
as pretty puppy as We liver laid eyes on
my old woman has for you"
cob! Sandy, is it all mine?"
"Yours when ye git 1t, my man; and
Mollie Nc Quade i'll be learning some
| day that tellin' tales is no good whin she
can't see a gintleman's son inside of q
| jacket"
| Dick went to school buoyant, and the
moment it was dismissed away he flew
to Sandy's cellar for the puppy. 1t was
a homely, pug-nosed bit of q dog, with
q rough bit of leather tied about its
throat. But Dick considered him q
beauty. He had hardly time to think
of the surroundings, he was so eager to
| get home and show his prize. Then
there was so much to do. Doggie must
have q collar and a name, to say nothing
boy, anxious to do everything at once
or to have it done for him. At dinner
that night his father wanted to know
what sort of home Sandy had.
81 don't know" said Dick. "You
see, / only wanted the dog. But guess
there's sick man there, and little girl
that isn't Sa ndy's, cause he said So
And Sandy's wife is a little bit of a
woman"
"Do they seem to have everything
they need?" asked Mrs. Wmnerton.
"Just think of spending ones day in a
cellar!''
81 don't know what they have" said
Dick; ''only Sandy's wife put some bread
on the table, and said: That's the best
[ can do for you, my man. And Sandy
| just sat down to eat it whenI came away. "
ST think I will call, I" said Mr.. Winner
ton, con my way down town"
Mr.. Winnerton did call, and found Mrs.
/ Dooley at home, for she was feeding the
sick man some oatmeal Cruel when her
visitor entered
''Ah! Mrs. Dooley," said he, "I want
to tell you how much obliged am for
your Kindness to my boy"
"He's a fine boy, your honor"
"He is very fond of his new pet.
What! have you sick man here?"
eyes, your honor. You see he was q
neighbor of ours; and he was took down
wild the fayver. And so we are doing the
best we can for him."
"And is this his child?"
"No. yer honor. You see, she's q
motherless child, sheis; and, as her mother
died in the room above, and was kind to
me-many's the night, when I was tired,
sharing her tea wild me why SEE to
Sandy, sez I: It's only bit sup she'll
be takin', and I'll not mind another
washin' or two for the sake of keepin
her. And so she has come to us. And
good child she is, too. Go see the gin
tleman, Norah, darlint. -
The child crept up slowly and looked
into the gentleman's face, while Mrs.
Dooley wiped off char and handed it
to her visitor. .... ;.