The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-01-09

| profits, he found that he had made
scarcely more than half OF the previous
days earnings.
Putting his hand into that inner
pocket, he drew out the gold piece sn6
gazed at it enviously.
II can't stand it any Ionger," ht
muttered, 81 must spend it. Little
jack paint-box is all worn out, anG
I'd reokoned on buying him new one
to-day"
sit would be suoh a surprise to him
poor little chap"
''1n get it uptown, though" he
added. "Pa.At-boxes Is cheaper VI
there"
So, restoring the gold. piece once
more to his pocket. and buttoning ul
his coat, he walked on.
Before long he hal reached the same
corner where he had bIacked the gen
ueman's boots.
Looking down towards the elevated
station he stopped in his walk.
| "1t's awfully windy a-walking way up
home to night" he said, s.and I've hall
a mind to 20 up in the train"
IF I'm going to spend the gold piece
1 can afford it for once"
Turning down the street he was soon
at tho station, and just in time to catch
an up-going train.
The oars were very crowded, and Tim
had to stand up by the door.
Looking forward. whom should he
see, also standing, but the gentleman
who had given him the gold piece.
lin started.
l. Here was chance to return the
money. Should he give it back to the
gentleman, or should he get out Of the
train at the next station and keep it?
II he kept 1t he could get little Jack
the paint.box, and have quite balance
over.
He could almost see the glad face of
his little brother rs he would hand him
the box.
Then, on the other hand. if he re-
turned it. ten to one he would reoeiye
small thanks for it; and what with the
slim profits of the days work, he would
have hardly enough money to buy little
jacks and his own frugal supper.
The train lust now ran into a station,
the gateman shouted the name of the
street, aud the OARS came to standstill.
M - 80 - ----E1------ i---' a
about to leave the cot when, turning to
cast a glance at the banker, he noticed
for the first time familiar figure stand
Ing near that gentleman.
"JimmyI" he muttered under his
breath, "if there amt sly Sam"
"a young pickpooket like him, whose
been to Blackwells Island as often rs
he has, don't mean no good in crowd
like thi
Gle will bear Watching, he will.
"Sly Sam," as he was called, moved
closer to the gentleman, who was read
ing an evening paper.
Tim, between the desire to get away
with the money and the desire to pre-
vent robbery, did not know what to
! do.
While he fingered the train went on
| again.
AS 1t turned the curve into Murray
Street, Tim saw the thief's hand slide
into the bankers vest pocket.
Hes going to do It," said Tim to
himself In great exoitemont, ''and I'd
be doing it, too. II 1 went off with the
money.
s,1'here'd DO two OF us then."
I "I'll spoil his game, though" and
springing forward, he oanght the bank
er's sleeve with one hand and the thief
with the other.
"Say, mister" he shouted, "this
here feller is n trying to hook your
wntch."
Tins words created good deal of
confusion. and people felt instinotively
in their watch pockets.
Some of tho passengers seized "Sly
Sam," while he himself, frightened and
very pale, tried effectuaily to prove his
innocence by throwing the guilt upon
lin,
At the next station tho pickpocket
was taken in charge by policeman,
and subsequently was given the oppor-
tunlty to board, at the publio's OK
pense, Mt that fayorite resort Of charac-
ters Of his type, Blaokwell's Island.
Wnen the confusion was over, and
tho banker saw that his watch was safe
and nninjured, he turned to find the
boy who had saved it.
He had not far to look, for Tim was
! already by his sldo, aud, before Mr..
Montague had time to speak, the boot
black DRIED out:
IL lay, mister, you're the gent whose
boots 1 blacked the other night; and
you gave me two dollar'n half gold
piece instead of q cont.
"Here it is" and Tim handed it over.
Mr.. Montague was silent for some
seconds, while he mechanically took
tho coin.
"Well. my boy" he said at length,
kindly, you've done mo a service to.
night, and won't forget it.
Suppose you call at my office, No.
Wall Street, tomorrow" pill.
| '"rhen con spe"k with you.