Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1884-11-12

the quarter of dollar Mr.. Branch in
sisted on his taking "Praps he's too
proud to carry small change in his
pockets. You don't catch me beins
proud as all that Pennies airs goods
dollars, if you've got plenty of EN-.
An now fer the swelleSt restaurang in
town! Oh, cricky that fellows lost his
pocket-booll, surc's guns!' making a
dive for the pavement.
"IIi, hi, there" shrieked Zip, shrllly,
"come back an get your property!
Say-y, mister" and Tip fastened after
Mr. Branch as fast as his lame leg
would permit.
"Wish he'd take his cap often his
ears a minute" painted Tip to himself,
as Mr.. Branch never turned his head.
"So's he could hea". Cricky! what
steps he tahesl There--he'S stopped
al last an at the swellest house in the
street, DO believe
As Tip paused to take breath, Mr..
Branch tripped nimbly up the marble
steps, and opened the massive door,
"yny couldn't he a'waited?" grum-
bled Tip; but Tips grumbling, like
everything else about him, was CHEEKY
and good-naturcd. "Now, I'll have to
ring and present my card, and be
oosherel into the elegant boodore.
And Tip laughed at the very thought
"But deal me" with c0mical twinkle
in the merry blue eyes, "Ive gone an
done it, | left my carl case an gloves
home on the pianner! But it can't b(
helped now, as l didn't expect TO go &.
calm to-day. I wonder what thai
feller'll do when he gets the pocket
book" gravely. "P'r'aps he'll clasl
my hand with teears in his eyes, an
say: Here is a hupdred thousan' del
lars, take it, me dear, dee-ar benny
factor, as a small toliint o meregards
If you ever need a friend, why call OF
me- Oh, cricliy" and Tip laughed til
he had to hold tight to the fence, ant
till the tears came. can then II
say: You insa-a-lt mo honor, sir;
only did me juty"
With fear and trembling, Tip ram
tho bell. 1t was opened immediatcl
by tail, solemn person in black an
immaculate white linen, VIII Jse sand
hair was parted and plasterel dow
, with great precision, an who carrie
his head very high inlccd. You shou!
, have seen the look OF outraged SUI
prise on his smooth, solemn face, whe
he beheld the ragged little figure i
the doorway.
Tip returned the stare with one
easy nonchalance. He had not lived i
+ the slum3 of a great city for the shoT
twelve years of his life for nothin:
lie was quite aware that appearance
, are sometimes deceitful." Though I'll
g person before him had tho look ar
bearing a prince might wish for
=, vain, Tip well knew he was only
servant, after all.
~ wants to see the feller who ie!
went in," said Tip, with quiet dignit.
, II hain't got no card along, but 20
o lest tell him gentleman wants to 81
; him on business. That'll fetch him,
}, guess. BE quick, please, cause n
time is valu'blc." Then to himsel
with chucklc, "lm hungry, that
why"
. "Dld l ever hear such impulence i
v all my born days" gasped james, rol
y ing his eyes in solemn horror. "
beggar ringing at the front door, a,
p calling on business"
q Il hain't no beggar!' said Tip, ston
n ly, his eyes flashing
"What is it, Jamcs?" said pleasa
# voice, which Tip recognized as bclon
v ing to the gentleman whose wallet
"a had in his pocket. Then Mr.. Bran'
himself appeared on the scene.
It "a gentleman to see you on buSt7e
Mr.. Branch" murmured james, wi
1t a sniff. He looked 50 scandalized tn
n. Mr.. Branch had to smile in spite
e, himself.
4 "Oh, it's you. is it?" said Mr. Bran
IS to Tip. "Nell, what can I do
V, you?" kindly,
" "Nothink as | knows on" said t
a casting an indignant as well as t
ii umphant glance at James. al fou
this ere where you tumbled down.
I'd l comes after you's fast's could. Y
G. didn't hear me a-hOllerin' after you.
ID Mr.. John Branch opened wide
p, eyes, and clutched the wallet eager
r. Then he looked curiously at Tip.
tn "1Iave you any idea how yalual
this book is to mc?" he asked, after
ip pause.
m "No, sir" said Tip, wondering W
~ lie asked that question.
10 at is worth thousands upon tn,
Id sands of dollars to me, and you ha
as done me an inestimable service
er bringing it to me-" Then he asl
I'd abruptly so abruptly as to aim