The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1889-11-13

thoughts went DUCK twenty YEARS, anu
he saw himself young man doing a
prosperous business. and although not
in partnership, still intimately asso-
ciated with one who had been his play
mate, neighbor and close friend for
thirty wears. And when Mr.. Rogers
saw the financial trouble that had come
upon him, be thought, bitterly, that
if the friend had played the part of a
friend it might have been averted.
He saw the twenty years of estrange-
ment, he felt again the bitterness of
that hour Of failure.
Mr.. Rogers rose from his chair, and,
going to the safe, drew from it three
notes of five thousand dollars each, due
on the following Monday.
"Twenty years is long time to
wait for Justice" said he to himself;
"but now, and without lifting finger
these notes have come into my pos
session, and | know, Robert French,
that it will be hard work for you to pay
them. knew justice would be done
at last" And Mr.. Rogers replaced the
notes in the safe, and, closing his office,
went home to tea.
Many man will cry out for justice
when it is revenge he desires.
On Monday morning Mr.. Rogers
went to the station to take the eight
O'Clock train for Boston. lie had Just
taken his seat in the car when he heard
his name spoken and saw Mr.. Palmer,
his neighbor, standing by his seat.
" Are you going to town." asked Mr..
Palmer.
eyes," was the reply. " Anything
l can do for you?"
6 wish you would take charge of
my little girl as far as M. Her
grandmother will meet her there.
have promised her this visit for a week
and intended to take her down myself,
but Just at the last moment | have re-
ceived dispatch that ! must be here
to meet some men who are coming out
on the next train"
Why, of course, | will" said Mr..
Rogers, heartily. "Where is she?"
AT these words tiny figure clam
bered on the seat, and cheerful voice
announced, " Here is!'
"Thank you," said Mr.. Palmer,
Goodbye, Betty; be a good girl, and
papa will come for you tomorrow"
Goodbye, papa; give my love to
the baa-lammie and the west of the
family" replied Betty"
People looked around and laughed at
Betty's putting the lamb at the head of
the family. They saw very little
girl under an immense hat and with a
pair of big blue eyes and rosy cheeks.
Mr. Rogers put her next to the
window and began to talk to her.
How old are you, Betty, he asked.
hn1 no A1I
you?" promptly returned Betty.
"Not quite hundred" laughed
Mr. Rogers, but pretty old for all
that
Is that what made the fur all come
off the top of your head?" she asked
looking thoughtfully at his bald head.
Mr.. Rogers said he guessed so.
Betty pointed out various objects of
interest and made original comments
upon them, not at all aOashed by her
companions age and gravity.
Suddenly she looked up and said, "
60 to Sunday-school."
"Do you? and what do you dc
there?"
Well, | sing and | learn verse
My teacher gived me new one bout
bears, but | don't know it yet, but
know the first one | had; want me tC
tell it to your" and the big blue eyes
looked confdingly up at Mr.. Rogers.
Why, of course | do, Betty" he re-
piled. Betty folded her hands, and
with her eyes fixed on her listener,
face, said:
Love your innymunts."
Mr.. Rogers flushed, and INVOLUNTARY
put his hand on his pocket-book, but
Betty, unconscious of his thought, said
I" Do you want me to 'splain it?'
The listener nodded.
" Do you know what an innymun
is?"
But receiving no answer, she said:
"When anybody does naughty thing;
and bweaks your playthings he's al
innymunt.' Wobbe Fwench was my
innymunt:' he bweaked my dolly,
nose, and he sticked burrs in my baa
lamme's fur, and he said it wasn't
baa-lammie, nof1in but just lammie,
and the big blue eyes grew bigger a
they recalled this last indignity.
Mr.. Rogers looked deeply interested
and, in fact, who could have helped it
looking at the earnest little face. Bett,
continued to 'splain.
" 1t doesn't mean" she said, " tina
you must let him break all your dolls
noses nor call your baa-lammie names
cause that's wicked; but last weel
Wobbie bweaked his 'locipede, and tn
next day all the boys were going t.
have a WAGE, and when ! said m
pwayers, | told the Lord | was gla
Wobbie had bweaked his 'locipede.
was, but when | wanted to go to slice
/ feeled bad here" and Betty placed
tiny hand on her chest, and drew
long breath. But by and by, afte
much as an hour, guessed | thinke
how naughty that was, and when
teled the Lord | was sorry Wobbie ha
bweaked his 'locipede, and | woul
lend him mine part of the time, an
then feeled good, and | was asleep i
minute"
"And what about Robbie?" aske
Mr.. Rogers.