Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1908-04-10
HIGH FINANCE.

{" Ave look at that"
Brewster that's my namel''
cried Joe, with start.
I" Course it is course it IS, OLD sport, .
assented Mr.. Coleman, rubbing his hands
| James Brewster, returned from Aus
tralia, would like to see brother Joseph
or sister Selma continued the reader,
his voice trembling with excitement
why, it's ole JIM Fancy, after all these
years! must see inter this. Always a
DARN Teller was Joe. Why, e wasn't no
igher than my eldest nipper afore q got
the police arter i'm for sneakin' apples Off
a barrer in the Walworth road
jest the sort to make is way, I'll
guarantee exclaimed Mr.. Coleman.
warmly
f can't see poor ole Selma, contin
ued Joe, in SAD voice. "'fhe poor ole
gel went to 'er last ONE three years
since always said as shea be alive
now if she admit been 90 aggravatifiis s5
We'll, she's better off, joe comment
ed the comforter. And any'ow, what
say to drop of beer?"
| There's music in yer voice, Bill, ole
SPORT" exclaimed Mr.. Brewster, bright
ening up; and together the two friends
entered the brightly lighted establish
ment outside which they had been con
versing.
Il we'll remember ole jim savin' to me
| just afore e started, : | sha'n't come back
without fortune,' e says" remarked
Joe Brewster dreamily. IF e was ere
now | could ave anything ! wanted 'E
simply wouldn't ear o me sittin' with Il
| empty glass in front O. me- same as
am now. Ed fill it up in a minute.
Don't smoke that ole clay ed say
ave nice cigar ed say"
With start of extreme surprise, Mr.
Brewster presently realized that his glass
had been replenished, and that fat cigar
was being proffered him by his hospitable
| friend.
@Sorter man who'd keep is word, +
should think your brother said Mr.
coleman presently.
7 should think 50, too cried Mr..
Brewster. You can stand on i'm any
day What e says e sticks to, and al
ways did,
1t was late when the two friends part
| ed at the busy corner where the great
|
chants We're extinguishing their faring
naPhtha lamps and covering over their
unsold stock with sacking The pave
ments were crowded with people house,
wives laden with parcels; fighting,
screaming children girls and lads in
| groups of three or four. With clang-
| glittering with light, and the crowd
1s+b iate 4 ha ata hs
| hind it as before.
joe" said Mr.. Coleman earnestly, Il
know You amt been doing very grand
lately If two or three bob, or even a
dollar. is any good"
BILL responded Mr.. Brewster affec-
| tionately, grasping his friends hand,
Won were always a pal--one of the very
best"
Joe Brewster found his wife in a sin-
| glilarly amiable mood when he returned
To his house. She even kissed him ere
opening the oven and producing dish
Of rcd-hot sausages. Her husbands eyes
nearly started out of his head.
Mice" he gasped, got supper OF a
Monday night 1ou-you amt gone
iarmy, ave you?"
Don't you worry" responded Mrs.
Brewster smiling good humoredly.
Them sausages emanated from Mrs.
Coleman's married sisters 'usband's farm
in Devonshire Mrs. Coleman and one or
two more as been spendin' a our or two
with me-"
Thought you an er didn't get on.
remarked Joe.
"Oh, she was as nice as pie tonight"
Didn't make no marginal references
to an advertisement in the paper, did
she ?"
Never mentioned it," returned Mrs.
| Brewster placidly, watching her husband
eat. Presently she resumed: II suppose
You amt goin' to see Jim, are your"
Mel" The affectionate brother paused
with his fork half way to his mouth.
Me go near that eadgin 'ound? Not in
a 'undred years / amt forgotten that
best suit o mine as e stole to go away
in, nor yet tie five bob e borrered Off
me an never paid back. If ever I get
near Mr. Beautiful James Brewster Es-
quire, I'll alter is face for i'm. if e is me
own brother Ii e thinks 'e's come back
TO sponge on me again, e makes the mis-
take of lis life, and so ! tell inn
You don't suppose ell find us out. do
you, Joe ?" asked his wife timidly.
/ Il 'ope not, for is sake" responded the
brother darkly.
Mr.. Brewster's friends were surprised
To see him at work again the next morn
ing, as usual
What Amt you gom' to see Your
brother, Joe 2" inquired one of them.
called Jumbo" Dix in playful allusion
to his size and weight
Joe sucked thoughtfully at his after,
dinner pipe ere replying
'Ow can l go an see anybody what's
well OFF," he asked bitterly, in these
clothes? Why, the slavey wouldn't let
me in"
Bill Coleman, who was enjoying a sizes
Ia with his head ON folded coat. and his
legs dangling over the trench which his
companions were eNcavating, spoke sleep
| lily;
Il can lend you suit. Joe-same what
| [ 'ad for me Aunt Nelles funeral"
II shall want a at" pursued MIR. Brew
ster, shaking his head