The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1893-11-29

he had asked for the Planet, what
did you do that for ?'
20, cause !" he answered, rolling his
eyes" cause he's pious old feller !"
"And so you sold him the 'Describer,'
you'd almost make second Gallagher
in your efforts for our paper" she an
swered, laughing.
"a second Gallegher"-Joe jumped up
and down-that was the highest praise
she could have given him. Gallagher
was his ideal He had heard people
talking about Gallagher, and had stolen
the reading Of several pages at book
stall, and above ali earthly creatures he
admired Gallagher. my, want he smart
he exclaimed, when relating the story to
his room mates. HE Just spotted that
murderer, and was smarter'n al the
detectives-and he got that copy back
in time, and beat the town." and his
face shone and his heart swelled with
envy.
The first thing to do was to get that
book and read the whole story. He must
have it for his library"
But that wasn't selling papers-he
guessed he'd better look alive or Tommy
Lynch would get ahead Of him, and he
made dive for fremont street.
The streets we're crowded; everyone
was going home, the whole line of cleo
tries in front of Park Street Church was
fast filling Men and women were rush
ing to and fro, car after car rstt'ed away
always leaving some tired woman trying
in vain to make it wait for h,r.
He sold most of his papers, for some
how he managed to get ahead of the
in a most unscrupulous manner. There
was tiIuid little Ted. A big fat man
stopped, asking for a "Trumpeter," and
before Ted had time TO even put lis hand
on the papers beneath his arm. Joe
handed out one with flourish, received
the coppers, and dropped them into his
pocket with a grin. That was business.
But now he leaned back against the
grating in front Of the old churchyard
and watched the struggle. He had aquick
eye, and more than one scene from this
spot had been, through him, given to the
world in the columns of "Seen and
Heard, or The Town Pump" Joe knew
a good story when he saw it.
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the Longwood car. Ii was Just starting,
but they could have caught it had not
one Of them come in contact with the
heavy cane ola dude, which sent her
bundles flying. Joe spraDg to help her.
This your'n, miss" he queried hold
ing up pocketbook and reaching out
for par sol that was just about to be
stepped on by a passer-by. His effort
was not at all disinterested, because, for
among other things a yellow covered
paper book had fallen. 1t was now safe
ly tucked under Joe's flannel blouse. =
OF course, the young lady smiled at
him very sweetiy, and called him "an
honest little fellow" and turned to take
a car, which Joe told her was "a com
ing
There was one coming-but not hers,
and Joe with ehuckle was down School
street with his hand on the precious
book.
Then he stopped in doorway, drew
out tho book--and almost dropped it in
his excitement 1t was Gallagher.
He conld hardly believe his eyes he
looked again, spelled the word slowly,
tracing the letters on the yellow cover
with his fingers--"e ~ he finished-"it
is Gallagher sure enough
Then he started for home, without a
pang Of conscience, poor little heather,
passing the "Describer" Office on the way.
In the door stood Miss Tracy looking up
and down the street. THAT you, Joe ?"
she exclaimed. Il was hoping you'd
come along, l want you"
"You do?" he queried, shutting one
eye and humping his head against the
wall-"well, fire ahead"
Il have to 90 up to Marlboro street for
an interview, and don't want to come
back to the office again, for l want to go
right home. Will you meet me at the
Providence depot in an hour and get my
copy and bring it back ?"
Joe shut his eyes and yawned. Il
dunno-too much trouble, want ter 90
right home and read ; and he gave Gal
leghsr squeeze.
Now, Joe, please, she said-'I'm very
particular about being at home this even
ing, and cannot depend on anyone but
you" and she looked at him very seri-
ouEly.
"well, he said, al guess III bethere,"
but he wouldn'tsay any more.
At the entrance of the Common he
stood under the lamp posts and read
awhile. Then he sauntered across to the
Public Garden, where he stop. ed on the
bridge for a second reading. Finally he
wandered on TO Marlboro street. 1t was
quite dark and the street was deserted.
Joe leaned against railing and won-
dered where Miss Tracy was, and how
'Tould seem to live in one Of those big
houses. He could see into several, aad it
looked nice there.
He wondered what time it was. Just
then two men brushed by him, and Joe
looked after them as they passed. "Guess
I'll follow EN-" he muttered they
don't look like Back BAyers."
Joe had quite lively imagination.
He fancied he was detective, and these
men were going to murder somebody and
he would give the alarm, catch ohe of
them as they turned to fiy, wound him
with his knife-he put his hand in his
pocket aud took it Quit wasn't very
sharp, but he guessed he could do some
thing with it.
And then he would write up the whole
thing and get it into the paper before
anyone else knew oft Maybe then
they would give him a job in the otfice.
He'd like to be in the same one with Miss
Tracy she knew how to treat a teller.
So his thoughts wandered on-b1t his
eyes kept on the men.
They stopped-he stopped.
Coming along was somebody-a.second
seen in the blindin1 Iight-the next tha