The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1898-01-07

II dinna ken. jamie, but let's get Until
the sailor claes---afore we get DOT o DOR
dream. / wonder if that's the sailor
snoring in the next room? Man, Jamie,
l look p" : =
.'Fine, man, Tammy, believe that
sailor is a genuine fairy in Disguise
be the king himself"
COR Paul Jones, the pirate, tibet I
heard Skinny reading ABBOTT, that robbed
the rich an gave to the puir:"
ma, ma, Tammy, pirates ha' big butts
on their feet, an pistols an cutlasses
hung in a belt aroond their, Waist-butt
happy face of Jack peeped into the room
with "guid New Year. laddics."
And what day they spent! First of
all. they went to Wombell's menagerie,
where they saw every wild beast the
world knew Of and it must have been a
happy, big-hearted Jack, rolling and
swinging from place to place, with his
two small counterparts who, with hoyish
instinct, were initiating his swing to per-
lection. After dinner-and such a din
ner-there was goose and plumduf-tm
sure there was everything one could men
ton, so won't tell you everything they
to water, especially if you are hungry.
In the afternoon they went to the cir
O Shanter," and how the threesome
roared and laughed and hurrahed when
the Dell, that was man within bull
locks skin, playing the bagpipes at the
head of dozen witches, chased poor
that was left in the hand O. ''Cutty
Sark."
Over the auld brig.
But the Iantomime at night in the
Theater Royal was best of all. 1t was
'Robinson Crusoe," every boys fayoritc
and poor Robinson and his man Friday
were kept dancing hornpipes until poor
Friday turned white in the face by the
hurrahing and clapping of hands of Jack
and his two small mates, that was in
fectiOuS.
And such fun they had at the antics of
the clown and old Pantaloon.
But it was at the transformation scene
that Jamie whispered to Tammy:
";Iammy, it's a true; we're in fairy
land. Yon fairies hasnae paper wings;
an jist see hoo bonnie they are. An
see yon charrit, it's a gold An look,
man. Tammy, see ut the fairies coming
DOT O the fOOers, gOvie Dick"
But the curtain dropped and the crowd
rushed for the doorway, and Tammy's
answer was lost i'll the hum of many.
Whats wrong with you, laddieY' said
Jack to jamie, as they walked slowly
back to the lodging house.
II dinna ken," mumbled Jamie, s'but
l feel sac glad I Gamma help frae greet
LAY, ayr said Jack, half to himself,
rye felt that way myself; but cheer up.
Altho' l go back to my ship tomorrow, l
will not go until l have got you both a
good home And he was as good as
| his word, for through the influence of an
| Old SchNn1m4fn hn rOt ho<h ;,1%<
| orphans home. where they received an
| education that helped them to what they
are now.
The first morning they were in their
new quarters fanny said to Jamie:
Jamie, when I'm graun up I'm gaun
| to be a sailor; And did he become a
sailor? YOU ask. Well, l will read this
letter he sent to Jamie, who is an init.
| mate friend of mine:
Dear Old Chum-Do you remember
| but you will never forget-that happy
New Year for two gutterbloods, made so
! happy by Jack Bowsprir, our friend, and
the captain l now sail under. I have ex-
| perienced the happiness he must have felt
| at that time: | happened to be ashore at
Leith last New Years and l hunted up
two OF the most poverty-stricken gutter
| bloods could find. How l wish you
could have been there! Like Jack did to
| us. l clothed them in sailor suits, and
| what Il time we had! We went to the
! circus, and to the pantomime. and what
do YOU think? 1t was the old favorite.
Robinson Crusoe," and how we roaretl
and laughed at Joey, the clown. If |
was happy that mig ht that Jack took you
and me, was thousand times happier
in watching the JOY of my two proteges
They laughed and cried and rubbed their
hands. Man, Jamie! it was graund. I've
put them in our old home. and next year.
and every year, if God gives me the op-
portunity, am going to do the same. I
was telling. the captain, and he said
rebounds to ourselves a hundredfold.'
Jack joins me in giving you an imaginary
handshak Ike, as chums O aud lang syne.
One them, Tammy James P.
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