Morning journal and courier., 1894-06-09
TALES OF TEN TRAVELLERS.
CONCLUDED FROM FIRST pAan:l

that air bloke he'd hold 1t up till tn hook an'-laddsrs rsskid everybody in itl" Business matters went by fits and starts with Jason Jsggsrs nearly all that day.
 aSunth'n heavy on the governors mindl" was the universal verdict of his hundreds of employees.
 Along in the afternoon he brIghtened up. He wrote and dispatched little note to his residence. It read as follows: Dear Daughter Edith:
 ae at s waa Mother and the girls wouldn't be interestsd. They are already absorbed in their seaside plans So mum's the wordl We can do heaps of good together this summer; and have . folly Food
 JASON JAaaERs
 Meantime Ar. Jaggers had summoned his confidential clerk, old Joe Hardfax, with . request for his charity list of the previous year.
 "This is astoundinei" he muttersd, as he ran over the items separately and finally glanced at the footing.
 "Nearly fifth of your total profits" retorted old Hardfsx in an aggrisved tone. ''I've tried to keep these leeches out of the place, tut no one would heed me, air." "Never mind that, Joe. There's going to be a change now"
 "A-a saving. or merely a change, sir,'
 "A change anyhow, Joe. I don't mind letting you into the secret. I'm done with organized charities. From this on pro- pose disburslng everything can afford to give with my own hands. I am going to personally know the recipients are worthy, | or at least, in need, and then shall see to 1t myself that they arc genuinely ben e6ted. Why, what's the matter, Hard faxg' he asked with some asperity. I'd ha6 obo Nf of wonder, end finally of alarm and dis couragement, gradually replace each oth- CT in old Joe's face, and 1t nettled him l for 8 moment.
 "Oh, nothing; nothing. I was just wondering where we would move to, and who would take you place at the desk here. sir. That's all"
 l "Where we would move. and who would take my plscep
 "When all the him- Hams and growler- rushers and tramps and individual hum- bugs of the city pass the word, sir"
 "Pass the word!'
 l "Yes, that Jason Jaggers was their oys. ter to be opened, merely for their calling here."
 A cloud stole over MT. Jaggers' kind. ly face. His plans for direct charity were not running smoothly at tho start and he also resented the hsmpering and circumspection to which all men of wealth arc subjected by their employees. But by and by his eyes lighted up pleasantly.
 "Perhsps you are right, Hsrdfax. But here's a charity that can begin at home How many employees have wes''
 "Nearly two hundred, slr." "Do you know the condition, the little every day, personal home surrounding of all of them, Joea"
 "Every one, sir. Blinkerton, the de tective, keeps me posted" "Posted about those who are living little fast and going a little wild, Joe but hardly about those who are grievous ly burdened, wretched and silent. Wha about those, Hardfax?"
 "Well, know them all, sir" |, "Goodl We'll revise our wages scale then, little, Joe."
 And they did. They worked at it to gether until this one could live little lee sorimped; that one, who was carrying oth , or peoples loads with as grim heroism . ever famed through the rift of battle should find sudden relief and succor; an other could do little more for some on loved but unfortunate; and still scores o others could exist in the grinding city Tiff more like men than like hopeless human ronment and condition of beasts; worke until more than one half of the last year charity list had been reached and they ha closed the blessed task of direct charit which evsr results in loyal service, hspp
 homes and good citizenship, with glear of satisfaction in the face of even grim ol $ Joe Hardfax and rousing exclamation o1 . "There's the best hours work of my life Joel" from the now happy Jason Jsggsri ! as his daughter bounded into the little pr
 vate office, her handsome face aglow wit . tho of ko nd h.
 fathers note had evoked.
 Then these two sat there radiantly tt
 gether; sat there away past their dime
 hour at home; sat there until the light
 fared out upon the great city, ss myriad . | of human bats and vultures crept froI | their hiding places to the streets of th f l town, while it's great arteries, alive by da with the tremendous activities of th ! worlds exchanges, were slimed an the desperate and the lost; still radiar 3 as two children in happy play, as the
 matured their joyous plans for vac,
 tion time of experiments in direct char - ty together; until the stumping and mu | tering of Uncle Jimmy Stubbs, tho nigh , watchman, warned them of the lateness ( the hour and brought the expression of f. ! brilliant idea to the lips of Miss Edith. ' "Oh, Papa Jsggers!" she exclaimed 1 clapping her hands :joyously togethe,
 "have Uncle Jimmy come here. He'll b . sure to know some one we can begin o 3 right away"
 al "Capital idea; capital. Here, Uncl
 JfmmJl Just a moment, please"
 Uncle Jimmy stumped up to the hall
 door, lantern in his belt and night stick
 his hand, leaned his elbows upon the wicl
 ct top, touched his hat and respectful
 waited for orders.
 A quarter csntury's night work had lei
 curious marks upon Uncle Jimmy Stubb . His hair was not gray, but rather faded | a yellowish sort of mold. His face was
 paler mold of the eame color. His eye'
 from long squinting, peering and strsir cat'e; and his features undoubtedly belle
 his nature, for they were screwed into
 sort of wrinkled lump of cunning, of wal iness, of defiance and of aggressive SCOTT
 as though the imps who hsrried him abou
 the doors and through the great window
 il the long nights of vigil, had transmi n ted to his face the uncanny lines of thel ! own.
 # eve wish to consult with you, Uncl E: Jimmy" said MT. Jsggers kindly. 'e "Eha" returned the old man cautiously "About little matter of charity. That
 all, Jimmy"
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 perience with charity, but was not to
 caught unawares in the dark.
 "Did you raise his wages, Papa Jaggers' 2, | whispered Miss Edith.
 "By Jupiter! Never thought of 1t. N, B. myl That's too bad. Here" referrin 'r to the wage list-'It is. Why that's inf , mousl How can half dozen people Hv e on eight dollars a weeka Let's make ,r twelve, Edith?"
 is "No, no, no! Fifteen. while you're { is 1t, Papa Jaggersl"
 ,s "All right, daughter. Strange ho d one'n find places for direct charity rigt 5. under one's nose, when they're looked fol
 Uncle Jimmy, your wages will be fftee
 dollars a week hereafter" "Lordl You don't mean itq' gasped th
 old man, dropping his night-stiok an . clutching the door-frame for support.
 "Sure, sure, Uncle Jimmyl" exclaime
 Edith batting his hard old hand with he
 own warm, white little one.
 It seemed that his hair and face ha
 grown moldier and yellower for the il
 stant he stood trembling before them.
 "Fur twenty year, mother-she's m
 wife, Miss Edith-hss been sayin', 'Jin
 my, t'll come somstime.' kep' sayil
 'twouldn't. She wuz right. Mother
 allus right. Now thers'll be mite le
 far lem when I'm gone. Lordl MT. Jsl
 gers, that's worth gitten' outen grave
 work fur. How can thank ye rightly
 Uncle Jimmy was bewildered for littl
 but the subjsct of charity already scene