The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-04-29

glass If broke it?" asked Paul. "You
see, Mrs. Jones is all right. and when
| mad the measles she brought me a bag
of marbles"
My boy, do look ike man who
| would inJure Mrs. Jones' panes?. AS soon
as you stop finging stones the panes will
| all come back. I'll tell you what You
| come with me tonight and try Just one
lot luck By the way, why do you carry
money lose that way on your hat brirn?
1t isn't safe" AS he spoke he handed
! dime to Paul, which he had picked off his
nat. Pauls mouth opened so wide that
MS Jaws cracked, and the tramp yawned
| at the sight.
| wei, you're wonder I hadn't a cent
| say L will meet you tonight at the Bap-
list Church at o'clock. I must sprint
for those cows now"
II thought that 10 cents would fix him.
| Now, l call myself a pretty slick one"
said the tramp to himself after Paul had
disappeared in the twilight. He'll have
| the time of his life, and I'll get square
with that gardener for settin' the dog on
me. I wish I was glazier and I'd reap
| harvest tomorrow, but I'll get enough
sport out of it 10 pay me-"
| At O'Clock to the minute Paul met him
| in front of the church. Deacon Jones
house stood next door. 1t was as dark
as a pocket.
Hello" said the tramp Where are
1
| night"
| There's a donation party at the God
| dard's and 1 guess they've gone to it.
| Pretty much everybody in the neighbor-
hood will be there. Oh, wish I'd brought
| Jack Gardner with me. He loves to break
| glass as much as do. But are you sure
| that you can mend emp
| Sure? Aren't there sparrows in New
| York? And were they always there? I'm
| a proper magician all right. Here's 10
| cents that was on your shoulder. Bad
| place for it,"
| Paul might have known that 1t was the
same ten cents that the tramp had given
| him in the afternoon, but he was not sus-
| picious, and this final proof of the mans
| power decided him. II brought a bag of
stones" said he. Lets begin with the
| bay window"
| He was a good shot, and so was the
tramp. The latter picked up stones from
the road and every time either one fired
there was a delightful crash of glass and
a window showed a gaping wound.
Hi, isn't 1t fun?" said innocent Paul
when the biggest pane in the bay WIN
dow fell in with tremendous crash. Il
never had so much fun in my life"
But an instant later, the house, which
was lighted by electricity. flashed into
brills nee from basement to attic Deacon
Jones, who had not gone to the party, but
who had retired early, had been awakened
IT was concert that would cost him a
pretty penny If he didn't stop 1t an once,
he lighted up, jumped into his boots and
great coat and rushed out on the front
piazza
Paul, still laughing. went up to tell him
of the strangers miraculous power, call
ing to the tramp to follow him, but that
gentleman. seeming danger took to his
heels, and he hasn't been seen since
Still full of the excitement of the thing,
Paul drew another stone out of his bag,
but before he could fire 1t the deacon had
him by the coat collar and was shaking
him as a terrier does rat.
What do you mean by breaking my
windows?" said he, when he had tired of
agitating the frightened Paul.
"Signor Diabolo told me they would be
replaced" said Paul, his teeth chattering
| from fright.
"Of course, they'll be replaced, but 1t
will cost you pretty penny. If you
| worked for me a year you wouldn't earn
| enough to pay for them"
Paul peered through the darkness for
| his friend, and 1t finally dawned upon him
| that he had been sadly fooled Being a
manly little fellow he told the deacon the
whole story. and promised to pay for the
glass Is It took two years. Mrs. Jones
| had meantime come down stairs, and she
said In her pleasant way, I'm sure Paul
meant no harm. He isn't mischievous.
| He's learned that tramps aren't good com
| panions and l guess he'll hate to hear the
| sound of broken glass for the rest Of his
| life"
But In this Mrs. Jones was mistaken
| Although Paul was very sorry he had
caused such havoc In the deacon's glass
stll to this day he remembers with joy
| the crash of that big pane when the
stone splintered 1t so musically.
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