Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1881-06-29

very different version of it was carried
to Jobs ears.
| All the pride of the upstart revoltec
! at the idea of the servants knowing he
had once existed on this shabby, sham
bling coffee-room walters charity.
He held his peace, and bided his time.
The next day a customer complained Of
a plate being dirty which O'Sullivan had
brought to him. That evening Sullivan
received his wages to date in the office,
and notice to quit from the proprietress.
He went, trembling and downcast, to
Job, and begged him to say good word
for him. He found it so hard to get a
berth now, and he wasn't so strong and
able to rough it as he had been.
Job said he was very sorry, but it was
no good talking to him. The missus
said he was to go, and it wasn't any
body's place to interfere with what the
missus said.
SO Tim O'Sullivan went out into the
world with his wages in his pocket. He
felt wild with himself, cross with Job,
low and dispirited. He would have to
go back to London, where his wife was
paying the rent of little room with her
needle, and live on her till he could get
another place. .r
He felt cold and miserable and low.
Before going to the station to take the
train for London, he went into public
house and called for some hot whisky.
The whisky warmed and cheered him,
and he took more, and grew talkative.
There was another man there at the bar
who said be was g waiter out of a place.
and to him Tim poured out the story of
his wrongs, and then they haG another
glass together and another.
The train to London went without
Tim O'Sullivan that night. When he
woke up in the morning he felt strange
pain in his head, and found that it was
bandaged up. He looked around the
room, and then asked where he was;
they told him in the hospital. He had
been brutally knocked about and rob-
bed. He had been found in side
street late at night with his head cut
and bleeding and his pockets turned in
side out.
Two months, now better, now worse,
Tim lay in the hospital, and Job never
came or sent.
The hospital people sent letter to
Inns wife at his request, telling her
how i'll he was, and in week she was
by his side. She looked so pale and
thin and worn the man hardly knew her.
"How did you get here, Nell?" he
said.
"Oh. managed it, Tim," she an
swered, with faint smile. 81 got lift
from town to town..
She never told him that she had
walked the whole distance from town,
living on bread and water and sleeping
where she could, that every penny she
had might be spent on the sick man.
She got some employment In the lit
tie town where he lay i'll. She earned
enough to keep life together, hoping to
brave through the bad time till ner hus-
band was well and about again, and able
to earn money.
But Tim O'Sullivan never earned any
more money. just when the doctors
thought he was going to improve, he
took a change for the worse. The mis-
chief to the head developed in an unex-
pected way. and it was supposed some
thing had formed on the brain, for the
agony became worse and worse, and the
man seemed almost mad.
He grew quieter by degrees, and at
last he made no complaint at all.
"Thank goodness, he's quiet at last, :"
exclaimed the nurse, who had been dis
turbed several nights by the sick mans
screams. "He's dropped off to sleep"
Tim O'Snllivan had dropped off to
sleep, and so soundly that nothing ever
woke him again.
When the poor wife came and found
her husband dead, she hid her grief, and
then asked what she was to do about the
funeral.
= It was more than limited to her at the
hospital that if she had an important en-
gagement in town she might go back and
not trouble about the matter. The doc
tors would have apost-mortem examina-
ton to ascertain the cause of death, and
they would be very glad, if Mrs. Sullivan
had no objection, to keep Mr.. O'Sull-
vans body altogether.
But Mrs. C'SulEvan had very strong
objections to poor Tim ending his days
in small pieces for the amusement Of a
crowd of giggling boys, and she said so.
After the post-mortem she would see her
husband decently buried.
every WE'LL" said the house surgeon.
"Then the body will be given up to you,
if you can bury it yourself-or to the
parish, if you can't
The parish? Buried by the parish |!
Her Tim-the man who had been so good
and generous, and such loving husband
to her for thirty years No; the idea
was too horrible. She would get the
money somewhere. She would go to
Job. Surely he would save his old bene-
factor from the disgrace of a pauper's
funeral.
Mrs. O'Sullivan went to Job Scudder,
and managed to see him. Shepreferred
her request, but with what success we
have already seen. Mr.. Scudder posi-
lively refused five-pound note, and
couldn't see what possible objection any
sensible corpse could have to getting a
funeral for nothing. He felt that it was
one of those stuck up notions which are
very much out of place in poor. people,