The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1896-09-03
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ing once more to the charge, II bet
yer d FLYER. the master don't come
home this night / ain't got too much
tin, but I'm that certain [ don't see
no risk
Done" said Jerry solemnly, and
the situation in Johns opinion having
/ reached a climax, there was nothing
for 1t but to wait results.
They drove on in reflective silence
the rest of the way. II was not far to
the turn of the road. When they
reached this objective point Jerry
headed his horses for home, but drew
rein beneath some great gaunt trees.
You'd best get down, John. and
walk about a bit. it'll unstitf your
joints, said Jorry, with his profess
lonal air Of command. ''and you may
as well look IN at the carriage window
an tell Mrs. Arnold that the masters
just gone for cigar an will be back
directly. An look sharp now-don't
you be mountin' this box again till
you see the light of that cigar bobbin'
along the road. Mind what tell you,
Johnny and Jerry looked very for
bidding as he knitted his brows.
A grunt from John showed his dis
trust of the future-but he executed
the orders of his superior TO the very
letter-and tramped up and down
beating off the cold with his wiry
arms stamping his booted feet
striking sparks from the frozen
grouud.
Jerry sat immovable looking neither
to the right nor to the left. This
time Of waiting was crisis in his life
and he began to question If he had
been wise to stake everything even
his professional reputation upon the
wayward humor of his young master,
but then-something had to be done
He could not submit 10 this eternal
questioning on the part of his subor
dinate-a a mere stable lad who knew
no better. Yet there was only one
way to silence him, and that way
this great hearted fellow in his simple
instinct trusted to providence
The cold was bitter, the wind whist
led tierceiy through the trees. The
horses paved impatiently, while the
steady tramp-tramp of the footman
never relaxed for a single moment
Jerry listened for some sound from
the carriage. His keen ear could oo-
casionally catch a long drawn sign,
but that was all.
Suddenly there was halt in Johns
rap; measured strides The inter
upton brought the blood to Jerry's
heart. for the first time he looked be-
hind him.
A shifting spark of light in the
darkness told the tale. Nearer and
nearer it came, dancing to the tune
of mans brisk walking.
John turned for the last time, just
as figure emerged from the shadow
and hastened towards the carriage.
"All right, John, said the master,
cheerily, drive on jerry" He flung
his cigar into the road, opened the
carriage door and sprang in.
John mounted stolidly. Jerry crack
ed his whip, and off they started to
the music of the horses ringing hoofs
John kept silent until the house
loomed up in front.
I'll pay that flyer, Jerry, with my
next months wages"
Then Jerry relaxed and laid hand
on the slight shoulder.
"Oh, keep your money" he said,
kindly. Il amt for betting on sure
thing, only hold your tongue next
time an trust to your betters," with
which sugar coated admonition Jerry
drew up in his best style before the
broad carriage step of the old home
stead