New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1891-06-10

| as quiet as lamb when the drinks
not in him. Bless you, this very min
ute / II wager, he's crying like a child. =
'Td give him summit to cry for, ;"
responded the virago, with an oath
"There isn't better man than my
Bill going not when ahe's SOBER" re-
sponded the young woman; cts just
the drink"
"Cuss the drink" said stout, short
woman, who had not before spoken;
II wish there wasn't drop in the
world, that I do. Twas lushy myself
three days last week, and I lost two
pawn-tickets out ofmy pocket, or they
was stolen, that was worth fifty pound
to me- That's what I'm here about"
"Stocker's been steady now for a
good bit, too" tsaid a man who stood
near the wife. II was hoping he'd got
over it"
"Oh, it's them he's among" said
the young woman. ';He'd be right
enough as far as depends on himself,
but one of the gentlemen had a benefit
last night, and he was very free with
the men, treating 'em, and that. A
very little upsets my master, God help
him"
$50 he give you benefit" said one,
with a grin.
ale should take the pledge" put in
another
The woman did not seem to heed
them much; she had moved closer to
the little groop, and was engaged in
observing little Ida.
Meanwhile, Tom had found the op-
~ c,1i, hot 41,o
until he stood close behind her, and,
amid the hubbub of the court, he
could speak to her freely.
'Ida," he asked, ::where is your
mother? how was you out by your
self"
"Oh, Tom," said the child, tearfully,
'tmother has been so i'll for three days,
and this morning she could not get up
out of bed, and there was no break
fast; so she let me 90 to the baker
and, oh, what will they do, Tom?
mother will be so bad, and me not
there; and she won't know what has
become OF mep'
The tears swelled to her eyes again,
but she was too much awed to let
them fall. Instinctively, amid the
rude crowd she turned to Tom as her
only stay and guardian, and, unable
to give him her hand, she leaned back
her head till her poor feverish cheek
touched the course apron and cordu-
roys behind her, as If they had con-
stituted a pillar of support.
Tom quite understood the action,
but his male intelligence grasped at
something more important than the
temporary consolation his presence
could yield.
"Look here, Ida," he said; II must
60 and tell mother-they'll ask for her;
l must fetch her, if she can come, and
If she can't must bring Mrs. Smith"
1.-THE landlady of the house where Mel
ly lodged).
"Oh, Tom, don't go away-pIease,
Tom" the child began, in alarm, and
turning to him as far as she could.
The boy looked around him in some
perplexity-what could he do? he
knew what was the value of time in
such case. Not for the world would
he see the poor child remanded, even
for an hour, to the chill comfort of a
police cell; yet howleave her? and who
but himself could be the messenger?
In this dilemma, his eyes met those
of the young woman who had spoken
of her husband, and whom he had not
before noticed.
II have seen your face BEFORE" she
said, addressing him.
eyes," said Tom, recognizing her; ri
came to your place at Islington once
or twice, with some bills that we was
late with Your husband belongs to
the Little Jewel and his names
Stoker, amt it,"
"Worse luck" was the reply; II
thought I remembered you. Is that
your sister?''
Tom answered in the negative, and
then, moved by the compassion he
saw in the face of the woman, he
briefly and with wonderful rapiditv
communicated the facts of the case,
and the preplexity he was in.
"You CO., said the woman, decided
ly; S:you 60 at once, and if the mother
can come anyway, you bring her. I'll
see to the little girl-you never fear
he'll be all right when he comes out,
and only too glad not to face me. I'll
do quite as well for her as you could;
| and, she added, IN whisper, the
policeman's a friend of mine, and won't
be hard if L speak for her-you just
cut away r.
Tom followed her advice not so
quickly but that the look OF agony
which passed over theface OF little Ida
went to his heart; but he knew it was
a matter of necessity, and, as he sped
on his errand, it only once crossed his
mind that he was in a fair way not
only to forfeit all chance OF promo
ton, but to lose his employment al
together, and embroil himself with his
mother past all chance of reconcilia-
ton. AS the possibility crossed his
mind Of her demanding his immo lation
at the shrine OF Thatcher as the only
possible expiration, he exclaimed, en-
phatically and aloud
"I'll go to sea frstP'
This was the sole allusion Tom per
mitted himself to his own affairs; his