Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-01-09

l she do need the money so much .'shut ye all your mouths, the lot O ] you," cried Mary Cullen herself, ap- 1 bearing at the door. ''Tis not she is 1 needing the little money, for she has
 1t right here in the corner of her apron. l Every stiver Mary Cullen's young men
 said they'd pay they paid. like the gentlemen they were. I'll warrant the
 raggle of ye would do we'll to make out fine as Mary Cullen hath" . ;s ..
 "Oh, now. is that true, Mary Cullen ?''
 said voice. Twas said that these l two were noble folk come here for the 1 sport of 1t.
 What else but true? Do you never
 know the look of gentry? My fakes, | I'll warrant the young gentleman is l back within a. fortnight. His brother. l the younger one, said to me hisself but 1 that very morn, his brother was him l nocent as a child; that he was obliged | to strike the other man for fear of his own life. Now, what can judge do but
 turn un loose? Four sovereigns he
 gave me this very morn. What else | can judge do but turn tn free? Tell me that, nowi" % 1 We'll said the apprentice, with a l certain superiority in his air. Il dare wait no longer. My master said the 1 gentleman was to have the clothes this | very afternoon. So if to prison he be | gone, to prison must I go too" Upon which he set off doggedly, and so re- moved one of the main causes for the l assemblage at the curb. The apprentice was hungry and
 weary enough before he reached the
 somber portals, yet his insistence won | past gate-keeper and turnkey, one | after another, till at length he reached
 the jailer who adjudged himself fit to pass upon the stolid demand that the messenger be admitted with the parcel l for John Law, Esquire, late of Brad well street, marked urgent, and col- | lect fifty sovereigns. The humor of all this appealed to the jailer nightly. Send him along" he said. And the boy came in, much dismayed but still faithful to his trust.
 Some clothes," said the apprentice. Some very fine clothes. They are of our best"
 "Hal ha!'' roared the jailer. Here indeed be a pretty jest. Much need he'll have of fine clothes here. He'll soon take his clothes off the rack like the rest, and happen it fits him well, very well. Take back your box, boy or stay, let's have a look int
 The jailer was a man not devoid of wisdom. Fine clothes sometimes went with a long purse, and long purse might do wonders to help the comfort of any prisoner in London, as well as
 the comfort of his keeper. Truly his eyes opened wide as he saw the con- tents of the box. He felt the lapel of the coat, passing it approviDg1y be- tween his thumb and finger. "Well. cen Set. ye down the box, lad," said he, land wait till I see where MT.
 Law has gone Hum, hum! What saith the record? Charged that said pris-
 oner did kill-hum, hum! Taken of
 said John Law six sovereigns,. three shillings and sixpence. Item, one snuff box, gilt. Hour of admission, five o'clock of the afternoon. We shall see, we shall see. !.
 Sir" said the jailer, approaching the prisoner and his brother, who both
 remained in the detention room, "a
 lad hath arrived bearing parcel for John Law, Esquire. Tis not within possibility that you have these goods. but we would know what disposition we shall make of them
 By my faith!' cried Law, T had entirely forgot my haberdasher. !" - The jailer stood on one foot and
 gave a cough, unnecessarily loud but sufficiently significant. It was enough
 for the quick wit of Law.
 There was 50 sovereigns- on the charge list,'' said the jailer.
 Sixty sovereigns, I heard you say
 distinctly replied Law. Will, give
 me thy purse, man!" Will Law obeyed automatically. There said John Law to the jail- ] CT. sT am sure the garments will be very proper Is it not all very proper?" The turnkey looked calmly into the face of his prisoner and as calmly re- piled: Tt is, sir, as you say, very
 proper"
 fsWill,'' said Law to his brother, who
 had scarce moved during all this, "come, cheer up! One would think
 twas myself was to be inmate here,
 and not another"
 Will Law burst into tears.
 God knows, 'twere better myself,
 and not thee, Jack" he said. | "Pish! boy, no more of that! Twas
 as chance would have it. I'm never
 meant for staying here. Come, take | this letter, as Itsaid, and make haste 1 to carry it. Twill serve nothing to have you moping here. Fare you well, | and see that you sleep sound.' Will Law turned, obedient as ever | to the commands of. the superior mind.
 He passed out through the heavily guarded door as the turnkey swung 1t | for him; passed out, turned and looked
 back. He saw his brother standing there, easy, calm, indifferent, & splen- did figure of man. CHAPTER XII.
 THE MESSAGE.
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