The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1907-01-04
A TRIP INTO AFFLUENCE
Continued from Page A.

sentIy she sat up alert fearing To lose
word, when Miss Anderson went
away Nervy bidding Tmmy stay
whore he was. followed her Present
ly she came back her eyes big with en-
citemcnt
Jimmy Ryan, come with NE this
minit," she soid Don't stop to ask
questions Jest COME"
BE the cops after us" asked Timmy,
whose greatest fear In life was that a
cop might some day swoop down on
him and bear him away to unthiukahle
terrors.
Cops nothin'," said Ncrvy, hurry
ing Timmy out of the store and into
the street This is the grandcst store
ever was, It's store where YOU can
bring any oil thing an sell it an have
the money an you don't have 70 buy
like you do at the Three Ball shop |
heard Miss Crinkle Hair talkin', an |
went straight an asked her. an she
said yes, it was a store purpose to Sell
oil things, an anybody could bring 'em
Il asked her that, too--an' we'll go
right off an see what Of things we can
find. an. sell EN- fore folks spend all
their money
A diligent search through the two
rooms Nervy called home failed 10 re-
veal anything which the girl dared to
take.
There amt a thing but that motter,"
she said, pointing TO a dilapidated
worsted motto that hung on the wall.
a woman Granny washes for gin II
TO her, an she gin it TO me-"
TT looks awful old" said Timmy
"S'pose and one d want to buy it?"
Folks with money is allus buyin'
things they don't want" said Nervy,
detaching the motto from the wall.
1T says What is home without a
moth? Moths is things that eats
your clothes when you amt wearin'
EN- but We wear all we've got, so we
don't need this motter. Now. let's go
to your house an see what you've got |
Wen divide even"
Timmy's father-his mother was
dead-kept a miserable little saloon,
the resort of the roughest type of men,
but, to his credit, his son Timmy was
never allowed to step inside. He was
in captious mood that morning, and
bade the children begone and not step
a foot on the premises till he called
Timmy to his supper, so they hastily
retreated, Nervy's Almaschar visions
of speedy wealth rudely demolished.
1t was the afternoon Of the fifth day
Of the sale. Each day the children
had frequented the store. and now, as
the two slipped into the little snuggery
Of the dry goods boxes, Timmy said:
My amt it grand to have a place
to get warm every day? We can come
here all winter, can't we, Nervy?"
We'll, We can't then" said Nervy.
Il heard Miss Crinkly Hair say they
was goin' to sell everything tomorrow
an close up. Timmy Ryan. we must I
ind somethin' to sell What's in that
u shed back o your pas s'loon?"
Jest sticks an things to burn" {
'aid Timmy. i
They might be somethn' else. Let {
20 look. It's our last chance to get {
money" s
Attended by the faithful Timmy, VIII /
ver followed where she led, Nervy /
fastened to the shed, and after a turn a
ng and tumbling of the broken boxes, 7
arrels and boards which it contained. a
ragged from the farthest corner, Y
'here it had probably been undisturb-
d for years, an old box. Prying it Q
pen, lot Of musty damp papers were n
exposed to view, and, throwing them
ut, Nervy pulled from the bottom half !,
dozen mouldy old books. Just then s
immy's father came out Of te rear k
oOr of the saloon, demanding to know k
hat the children were doing. and,
eing shown the find of books, told \
1em to take them and Eight out" or N
ed put Timmy in bed fl
Nervy stood not on the order of her a
ding, but, gathering the books in her
ress, hurried away, Timmy, who still .
arried the redoubtable Nibbles as 3
scurrying after. tC
I'll get the motter," said Nervy when b,
ley were at a safe distance, IAN wen h,
ut EN- on that table with them other b,
books, Nobody amt bought any N
It, but Miss Crinkle Hair sair sure m
'erything would be sold tomorrow.
= she meant books, too Mebbe well ST
It lot o money. ed