Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1886-01-07
JIMMY AND THE DUKE.
A Very Natural Mistake and What
Came of It.

Jimmy was ragged and dirty and
alone, but no scion of royalty ever car
ried his head higher, or wore both hands
in his trousers pockets with more I'M
concern than did Jimmy that day. What
if everybody else was riding on the
beach-guess he'd had clam-bake of
his own that morning. and could give
the best of EN- pointers on the manage
ment of sail-boat any day. As for
driving-bah! hadn't he two good legs
of his own, and-'.w hew-w! if that ism t
turnout, now!'' and Jimmy stopped
stock-still to gaze.
second look told the whole story
ats the Duker' he exclaimed, in that
tone of awe which every sovereign citi-
zen of America uses when speaking of
rank. Il heard he'd come to the beach
and that's him, sure as fate Well, if
that amt clipper!'
Two coal-black horses in glittering
harness danced before the natty road
cart. and were deity driven by a rather
borcd-looking, blonde-whiskcrcd young
man in a cool, baggy coat and straw
hat. while upon the slightly-raised seat
in the rear was most imposing elderly
parsonage. in spick and span suit of
dark blue with gilt buttons, topped by a
tall. roseted hat. Jimmy gave but one
glance at the former, then turned to the
other with wide, curious eye.
s'It's the Duke, sure, he muttered.
s'My! amt he Il swell, though. Look 5
as if he'd growed round a 1amrod, he's
so stiff Well, l b'lieve I'm glad ain t
one-he! there'll be bust-up, sure, -
and Jimmy was off like shot.
A ..bust-up" indeed, for the gay horses
SHE'D fiercely at the sudden tapping of
a sail spread out to dry, dashing the off
wheel against 4 rock, and canting the
light cart over so far as to tip Jimmy s
'.Duke'' to the ground. He came down
rather heavily upon the clean sand, his
gorgeous hat rolling to meet an incom-
ing breaker, but the driver seemed too
much occupied with his plunging
horses TO pay any attention to his aristO-
cratic master.
A little surprised at his GOODNESS and
unconern, Jimmy ran for the hat, and
returned with his best bow, the Duke
meanwhile brushing off the sand and
muttering between his teeth
..Deuced hunlucky Spoilt my trous-
ers. I'll wager. Oh, thanks, boy. is it
'urt hany ?'' referring to the hapless
tile.
No. sir, Mr.. Duke, not at all, - stam-
mered Jimmy, rather at loss for the
proper formula to use, twas your
majesty hurt ?"
The Duke frowned, and muttering
"Quit Your shaff, now - turned away,
leaving Jimmy to feel decidedly re-
pulsed.
The horses were quieted by this time,
however, and their driver turned to ask,
coolly:
Hurt much. Millard?' (Jimmy
thought he said my lord.'') I'm
afraid this wheels disabled-what do
you think?' gazing leisurely down.
ward.
Pretty coolr' thought Jimmy, Il
sposed these furrin servants was better
trained; he acts and talks every bit as
keerless as pas hired man-didn't even
Jump out to help the Duke up, l swan!
..Sav, Mr.. Coachy," he suggested here,
ssmv pas got blacksmith-shop just on
a ways-pr' APPS the Duke would like to
90 there and get that wheel mended, it's
the only place anywhere within a MILE
and"
preston on Coachy's face, which rather
staggered him-a blank stare, succeeded
by a sudden, brilliant, amused light in
the handsome eyes, which was almost
more than smile.
Thank you, my boy" he responded,
pleasantly. ''that's a good suggestion;
IL [ walk the horses think we can keep
the wheel on till we get there. Jump
up here, and point out the way. will
you?"
Nothing 10th, Jimmy started for
ward, with look toward the Duke for
appreciation, but that high and mighty
parsonage had resumed his place and
position, seemingly so oblivious of
everything that the boy though:
dispose they never trouble him with
small matters, but just fix 'em up and
send in the bill, !" and quickly mounted
beside his new friend.
They rode in silence awhile, then,
drawing little closer, Jimmy whis-
pered, confdentially: