Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1910-01-01


The Infatuated Mr.. Cohen opened
his mouth, gasped sought words and
found them not Then he thrust his
hand into his capacious pocket and
produced an absolete timepiece, hav-
ing all the evidences Of extreme age,
"Wodger mean by bringin thing
like this ere round tn my place; wot
you know | wouldn't give as much as
art crown fur, not II You was
staryin' on yer Bonded knees, and Sol
ly so shikkered he couldn't tell a
ticker from a frypan?
'You didn't know ! was out-git
away with you. You watched me go
and that flat-footed son OF dingo give
you a suvrin down on the nail. oily
Moses, I'll ave I in fur you over this
Sam Sharp, you see"
Mr.. Sharp shook his head reproach
fully.
"Ho, 'ow kin you say sech ard
thinks, Ikey?" he asked, more in sor.
row than in anger. "Wosn't that ere
watch a presentiment one give me fur
savin' the life of a pore ole man wot
fell inter the 'arbor Mt Perth, over in
the West. an lost is right leg as fur
as the knee be a shark?
Would I ave sold it to you fur a
undred thousan' pound If it 'adn't a
bin that the dear mother OF me old
est pal, wots read an CORN, wanted
the price of pint-meal, mean t. say
Well, | know 1t amt gold-more
shame to them as give 1t to ne under
false pretenses. Didn't | tell young
solly, with the tears rainin down my
eyes, that 1t weren't worth above
three bob at the very outsider
The veins stood out darkly on Mr.
Cohen's massive brow. He flung the
object OF contention on the table with
an original objurgation.
rTake It," he suffered. Keep it,
Much good may 1t do yer. | won't
ave nothing to say to tit nd dis
grace a Dago. On'y wait till mex
time"
He shook a pudgy fist fiercely a
bare inch from Mr.. Sharp's flushed
nose, and then, fearful of trusting him.
self further, turned on his heel and
strobe out of the room.
Sam beamed benevolently on the di.
verted assembly. His hand closed on
the rejected watch just is Mr.. Smith.
ers started forward, purple in the
face with wrath and amazement
why. danme. it's my" He
broke off short and eyed the smiling
Sam askance
81 know wot was on the tip o yer
tongue, Bill" said Mr.. Sharp. with
conviction. "No. it amt yours, though
not unlike in apparents. You wouldn't
never demean yerself to own a cop
per ticker wot on'y cost about five bob
when bran noo-you 90 will ave
everything so 'andsome"
He held out the watch for inspec-
ton.
rs it yers. or is it not? Give a
answer, beg persisted the tenacious
Mr.. Sharp.
Mr.. Smithers choked.
NO, damn you, it amt. viii that
satisfy your he calculated in strang-
led tones.
Yes, kindly thankin' of; that's all
require, Villain" said MIR. Sharp.
with dignity.
I've 'ad this 'eIe ticker tvr years
an years. amt |, Jerry?"
Fur years an years" echoed the
faithful Mr.. Maunder.
Sans face SUDDENLY shone with low
ing kindness, pure and undiluted.
Ere, take it, William" he request
ed. literally forcing the watch on the
by Mr.. Smithers. 81 give
il to you, free gracious an FUR nothing
Mr.. Smithers pocketed the time
piece without word; then, giving
vent to a peculiar cultural noise in
his throat, he favored Mr.. Sharp with
a ferocious stare. Still staring, he
slowly from the room. Sam regarded
his audience sadly.
That's orl one gifts tur dom kind
ness in this world-not ever a thank
you" he declared. brokenly.
Come on, Jerry, he said Nobody
don't want us ere. We've done orl the
good we kin. an, on'y got trompled on
fur pains. Come on, mate, an If no
meself fur the ole mean-sperrited
crowd"
He took the unresisting Mr., Maun-
der by the arm and descended to the
bar. closely attended by thirsty re-
tinue.