The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1895-04-12

Iet me see II It's good Onc;" and he
smiled as he held out his hand for it.
Young Temple went out from the
Office and shut the door and stood gaz-
ing down into the tumnltuous street.
Il Poor little cuss," he said to him
selt; sYoii rAaan yo1r faith. In the
goodness " rlth men; don't yosap !.
Euttn 4 rnnmedt his vpsdI tions
were disthfbed, Mr. BraytoG vas a
tman ofaction, and lie stood in Chs
doerwa'y'u0w.
a hTcmpae z shecsllea. voSc was
quick and incisive. "Go ont and buy
a ticket to that unknown place, will
you: and you, Miss Curry" turning to
the typewriter, ''inform Johnnie Lee,
Esq, that Robert Brayton will re-
ceive him in his Office at Mr.. Lees
earliest convenience. And inclose
ticket, please"
Her fingers flew over the keys, and
Temple, who was halfway to the
door, stopped for moment 1.-The
youngster may not have any decent
Clothes" he suggested.
Mr.. Brayton looked thoughtful a
moment.
"Pshaw, never mind, let us see him
as he Isl" and the man Of business
went back to his stocks and bonds.
Three days passed and the episode
had not been mentioned in the Office.
Early on the morning of the fourth
day, long before fashionable New York
was awake, there was a timid knock
at the Office door Then it opened.
1t was a queer little figure that
stood there, but Temple knew it at
once. 1t was Johnnie Lee. lie was
a happy-looking youngster, round
faced, tanned and freckled His
clothes bore the unmistakable stamp
of home manufacture from cast-off
garments. But it was a CHEEKY voice
that spoke: "Howdy do Mr.. Brayton
to home? I'm Johnnie Lee"
No, Temple Informed him, Mr..
Brayton wasn't in yet; but he could
wait; and he gave him a chair and
proceeded to question him how he
managed to find his way.
"Oh," Johnnie said, Gusts soon's I
got your letter | wanted to start right
off; but | had to wait for ma to make
me new coat" He glanced proudly
at the ill-htting jacket.
1T was great fun coming, cause in
one place the cars was awful crowded.
and lots of folks had to stand. One
fellow wanted me to give him my seat,
and the conductor said I'd better, too,
cause | was a youngSter and could
stands we'll as not. But, sir, says |,
no, sir amt a-giving up seats this
trip; and | wish to be comfortable my
self, for | have business with Mr.
Robert BraytOn. Then he looked at
me queer and walked away. New
Iork's an awful big place, amt it :
I've walked about million miles, and
| thought | must have got here hun.
dred times. / should think you'd find
it pretty hard work getting here every
day, don't you ?"
Temple assured him, very gravely
that it was easy after one knew the
way.
And as they kept on talking, John.
ME expressed his opinion on all sub
jects from the revival at home to the
Brooklyn strike. lie was an Indepen.
dent, he declared. He wouldn't be q
Democrat, because Tom Faber was
and he wouldn't be anything that Ton
was. lie didn't quite like being Re
publican, either. twas more conven
lent to be on the fence.
Just here Mr.. Brayton came in
Johnnie didn't notice him particular
ly, for IL good many had come in since
he had sat there. So for a moment OF
two Mr.. Brayton listened with the
others, then walked into his Office
telling Temple to send "the youngstel
in"
And Johnnie went in; and just wha,
conversation took place no one evel
knew. The clerks in the outer oflic,
could hear the hum of voices, the rich
full voice of Mr.. Brayton and TIL,
eager childish voice of the boy. Then
when Mr. Brayton began to be IN de.
mand, Johnnie was sent out ant
Temple was told to make him usefu
until noon. So, until twelve he wa.
!, kept at one thing and another; ther
when Mr.. Brayton went out, he tool
Johnnie with him.
First they went for lunch, Johnnie
all unconscious Of the interest ant
amusement he created, and Mr.. Bray
ton only smiled and raised his eye
brows when his acquaintances looked
bowed and looked again.
Johnnie was modest IN his desires
for lunch. He despised soup--too wa
terry for him, sir. He guessed he't
have some turkey and stuffin' ant
sweet potato, pumpkin pie, ice cream
and nuts.
These disposed of they went to
store, where Johnnie was told to sc
lect an eye like Nellie's and as he di'
; SO, Mr.. Brayton stood near the win
dow, apparently looking out; but hi
sharp eye was on the boy and his quicl
ear caught the conversation.
"N0," said Johnnie, very cmphat
| ton11v ttthak Is ~ thu co1nr ~ all II,