Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1884-11-27

done i'll / left my card case an, glove
home on the piannerl But it can't y
healped now as l didn't expect 10 e
a-callin to-day. l wonder what tina
feller'n do when he gets his pocket
book back" gravely. P'r'aps he'll
clasp my hand with tears in his eye
an say, Here is a hundred thousan
dollars; take it my dear, dee-ar benny
factor, as a small tokjnt o. me regards
"If you ever need friend, why, cal
on me-" Oh cricky! and Tip laughed
till he had to hold tight to fence, ant
till the tears came. AN then I'll say
''You insa-a-l me honor, j only die
me duty"
With fear and trembling, Tip rang
the bell. II was opened Immediately
by tall, solemn person in black and
immaculate white linen, whose sandy
hair was parted and plastered down
with great precision, and who carried
his head very high indeed. You should
have seen the look of outraged surprise
on his smooth solemn face, when he
beheld the ragged little figure in the
doorway.
Tip returned the stare with one Of
easy nonchalance. He had not lived in
the slums of great city for the short
twelve years of his life for nothing. He
was quite aware that appearances
are sometimes deceitful." Though the
person before him had the look and
bearing prince might wish for in vain,
Tip well knew he was only a servant,
after all.
II wants to see the Teller who Jest
went IN" said Tip with quiet dignity.
~ hain't got no card along, but you
jest tell him q gentleman wants to soc
him on business. That'll fetch him, l
guess. Be quick. please, cause my
time is valu'ble." Then to himself,
with chuckle, I'm hungry, that's
why!'
''Did ever hear such impotence in
all my born days!' gasped James,
rolling his eyes in solemn horror. "A
beggar ringing at the front door, and
calling on business!
IL hain't no beggar!' said Tip, stout
ly, his eyes flashing.
What is it, Jamesp said pleasant
voice, which TIP recognized as belong
ing TO the gentleman whose wallet he
had in his pocket. Then MIR. Branch
himself appeared on the scene.
"A gentleman to see you on business,
Mr.. Branch" murmursd James, with q
sniff. He looked 80 scandalized that
Mr.. Branch had to smile in spite of
himself.
"Oh, it's you, is ftp" said Mr.. Branch
10 Tip. "Well, what can do for youp"
kindly.
Nothing as knows on" said Tip,
casting an Indignant as well as triumph
ant glance at James. II found this
ERE where you tumoled down. So
comes after you's fast's could. You
didn't hear me n hollerin' after you"
Mr. Branch opened wide his eyes,
and clutched the wallet eagerly. Then
he looked curiously at Tip.
"Have you any idea of how valuable
this book is TO me?" he asked, after q
pause.
mo, SIR" said Tip, wondering why
he asked that question.
at is worth thousands upon thou
sands of dollars to me, and you have
done me an inestimablo service in
bringing il to me-" Then he asked alb
rubtly-so abruptly as TO almost make
Tip jump out of his rusty broken shoes:
Have you had your dinner yet?"
mo, sir" stammered TIP. Didn't
have 'nough money to get any till after
I'd BACKED your boots. Cess III 90 20
restaurang now,' making dive for
the great door.
Don't CO." said Mr.. Branch, quickly.
"By the way, what is your namsp"
Tip, sir. "
Tip WHAT"
"Dunno. Guess l hsin't got no other
name. Only swell folks has nore'n
one."
swell, Tip-let's call you Tip
Branch, just for fun i should like to
have you stay and dine with us to-
day."
And Tip stayed for dinner not only
on tina: Thanksgiving day, but the next
day, and the next, and numerous other
days.
If you should ever go into the Ma
tional Bank on - street, you may
see there handsome, manly lad, who
limps slightly. They call him Tip
Branch. Mr.. John Branch, who Is
President of the bank, loves Tip almost
as well as if he were bis own son.
Tip may some day be banker, after
all. Who knowsp At one time this
seemed the widest improbability to
Tip. But things happen very strangely
in this world.
Tip is now of the opinion that Granny
Macarthy's old red comforter" is not
the only thing he has to be thankful
fort