Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1907-06-25

l ouBS Oul. II uOI, II STOW AWAY
You're that anxious to leave old
Englandw
II am anxious to make my way"
'.Ah. well!" sighed the wagner.
s'I'ye got lad O. my own as far away
| as you are going. He writes us canny
letters, but dear knows what we'd
give to see him back!'
But there was no end to the good
will OF the Yorkshireman, who not on
" insisted on paying for hot coffee at
an early stall, but fatty refused to go
about his business until Tom promised
to accompany him to breakfast at its
conclusion.
Toms heart rose steadily with the
sun and was singing with brave re-
solve when at length the wagner re-
turned.
81 doubt I've been long time," said
Butterfeld. ut be very near 6
lo'clock.n
"Ten past" said Tom, whipping out
the golden nucleus Of his future for
tunes, which lie had even then been
hugglng in his pocket.
/ Tom tried to back out of the break
fast. but it failed. He tried again as
they drove past Fetter lane-he could
pay his way In Rolls buildings now
but this time the WAGNER whipped up
| his horse and refused to listen.
No, no. said he; "a promise is n
promise. and | warrant they'll be
proud to see you"
"You mean your wife and family ~
said Tom.
"Nay," said Butterfield, IT doubt
you'll not see them there,
Not at your house?" cried Tom.
ut isn't NINE. confessed the other.
TITS my wife's brothers. He drives a
hackney coach, and Isuse his, stable
|every other morning. Me an my mis-
lsus live out at Hendon. and come in
three nights a week"
j But you mustn't saddle these peo-
|ple with <le. Let me get down at
lonce."
i Mustn't II" chuckled the WAGNER.
7I''I'll take the blame, then. We're very
Inear there, and dashed IL that isn't
Jim on his way home to breakfast.
Jim. Jimn
And hackney coach, crawling lei
surely along in front, was pulled up
Ias the councilman turned round and rec
|ognizcd Butterfeld.
well, Jonathan, how are your"
.How's yourself, Jim? Early and
bite, as usual, eli? This is. young
Isent who has ridden in with me. He's
iIwaiting till t offices open, and L
Thought you'd give us both bit Of
breakfast
Always glad to obIige a gentleman =
Isaid the coachman, looking hard, but
Inodding genially at Tom. Nor would
The either listen to single protest or
lapelogy from the youth. who found
himself at breakfast scarce ten min
Intes later In a cozy kitchen close to
lBlackfriars bridge.
The hackney coachman was a burly
old soldier. q jolly rufiian, with good
brown eye. Ills wife was small and
spruce, watchful and quiet, and per
haps Tom liked her less She was kind
enough, however; indeed, the sympa
thetic interest shown by all in an I'M
known vagabond was circumstance
that touched Tom deeply, though of q
piece with all his most recent expe
riences and but another proof OF the
worid's kindness.
!, The old soldier lad served in Intli.
himself. He was full of practical I'D
yice for Tom. who listened gratefully
but yawned twice, when it came on
he had not slept for some thirty hours
Instantly the household was on it
feet. 1t appeared that Jonathan But
Il terrified had a snooze there each morn
ing after his night journey with til,
vegetables, and rom must and should
lie down beside Him.
Tom consented for an hour-and fel
asleep wondering where he had seel
| the good Jim before. When lie awoke
the wagner was gone and the lish
different. He went downstairs in Iii
socks and asked Jim's wife the time.
.Time?" said she. Haven't you
watch?''
".Not II
Jonathan told me you'd a gold re
peater.''
II Tom remembered the repeater TO
the first time since awaking, but TIL
a woman was looking ut him Queerly
and he had no intention of entering
into explanations with her, so he sim
ply asked whether Jonathan had gone
Many an hour ago. It's 5 O'clock"
"Five!s
"And after"
Tom burst Into apologies, In til
midst of Which the woman put OH
shawl and went out. He was stil
Istanding irresolute in his socks, daze
by his long sleep, when there came
rattle OF wheels outside, and in rushe
Jim with his whip and an evcnin
newspaper.
"Glad to find you still here sir!
cried lie. II want somebody MS ca
read to read me slice out of this 'er
Globe. It's awful sir-awful. Til
very gentleman drove last night
J, I've conc straight from Scotlan
1 | Yarl!'
II Tom suddenly remembered when an
. where he had seen the other before. !
was overnight ON the box OF Blaydes
hackney coach.
II "Who Is the gentleman?"
"Rlaydes, it seems, his name is, OF
rather, was!'
II sWas?"
Il "IIes dead"
II ttDead!'
"Stone dead -murde by d man
saw us close as I see you now, bu