Daily press. [volume] (Newport News, Va.) 1896-current, 1908-04-05
he Young
Partners
BY Vim. Gilmore Beymsr
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tsrday-had he had that sum Hut
what Is anguish OF the body compared
with anguish OF the soul? Why speak
OF mere starving?
Each leaned gloomlly against a door
1smh and stared miserably at the
rluahy peyements and at the Aodden
SNOW. the sound OF whose Intermittent
BurBlings in the waterspoutihg made
the. chill dusk Yet more dismal. Five
o'clock Saturday afternoon, and the
world is closing its books and tldying
up It's shelves and desks for the work
OF the week Is nearly done; with the
firm of Gishkin & Doyle, odd jobhists.
the weeks work had never been. And
this, this was the last night of the
Justly Celebrated, universe.Famed.
Professor Margand's Dog and Pony
Show Direct from Private Audiences
before the Crowned iiehds III Euro
pean Royalty. and now showing for
one week only at the Harlem Opera
: House. The last night,-the thought
was prenosterous. intolerablc. 1t just
couldn't be the last chance.
Sammy. in sollloquy, spoke aloud:
Id may newer come again. newer,
nod next year neither
II know it, assented tho mourner
against the opposite door jamb. The
two souls bled afresh. but IN silence.
From far down the block. girls
voice called: '"Se-e.ethie! Seth'ie!
Come ho.o.ome TO support"
Il got to go home. Sam; you come
out when whistle"
acp thap half mn j,nr,, 1at,r tl,a,
met again. Under the gas lamp Settle
opened his tight.clenched fist.
"Geel fordy-nfe, fivdy, sixdy cendsl
Gee!"
"Goin' to the butchers" explained
Settle. Yet somehow there was II
something in the wind that created u
doubt OF the butchers ever seeing that
60 cents.
1t was Sammy who finally solved
the problem. They would buy the
meat at the butchers where Snmmy's
mother traded nnd have 1t charged
on her bill. Fine! thought sethIe.
Somewhere in the mind of each WAS
the dim intention to some way replace
the money to the butcher before de-
lection could lay It's iron grasp on
their collara.
Outside. tho package changed hands
They trotted home swiftly.
Without word Settle laid II on
5 the table and quickly disappeared
through the door.
IL was some time after Settle had
pitt the meat on the kitchen table that
Mira. Doyle opened the package She
looked at the contents IN perplexity:
then nhe leaned over and smelled of
II srspicioualy. She Strengthened up
With u Jerk. Sour! Picked, spiced.
Kosher meat!
The dirty perfumeried sheeny
meatl" she cried In evaporation.
Aw. y little dlvil o. boy. II had
~ Y and yer Sammy and yer Sam.
iny's SOUR meat. They'll be tryIn'
next to sell hyssop t the Irish" But
her sense of humor got the better OF
her, aud she laughed "BlnBs the
boy. no wasn't meaning It," she said.
and taking her shawl and her galoshes
and rewrapplng the meat, she set out
for Mrs. Gishkins Further consider.
Ation caused her to keep OIL for the
hSitSheSnaeH so Aa W mike sure o
the job this time"
AZ she neared the shop shrlll and
angry tones filed the air.
sas'f tell you thad We nefier got no
mead dicces nacht. You haf send me
mine weekly bill mid Hydy.hfe cends
charged yor today und We ham got
Heit mead since vensday."
Mr.. Gorshski was alternately rnb.
bling his hands together, then drying
them neryously on his much.stained
apron. He now edged in Il word:
Your Sammy he god dot mead
nod zwel hour ago" he protested OK.
citedly Mrs. Gishkin became yet
more purple. Mr.. Gorshskl FASTENED
ON: "iie comb into der shob nit anod.
der poy---" Mrs. Cishkin clntched al
the new clew
"He had white hair--thad oder
poy?" she demanded.
.Yellow-well, maybe white" he as.
scented.
"Ah.h.h" cried Mrs Gishkin with n
world OF understanding in the excla.
nation. I'D vas thad white.headed
llddle detfil Sethie Doyle has made
mine Sam steal der mead"
Mrs. Doyle stiffened to the ton
height of her five feet three and swept
ErImly into the fray. She flung the
package down on the marble counter.
There's yer dirty Kosher meat" she
announced. An y kin be a little
careful what y say about me son, Mrs.
Gishkin." Mrs. GishkIn turned and
faced her. Mr.. GorRhski fell back in
relief and wiped the sweat from his
forehead with the corner OF the much
abused apron.
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