The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1911-12-03

hand into a side pocket, whenoe. aftor
| heay1ng and hauling 80 nightly that
1t made him pant. no extracted a giant
pockotbook. and from 1t extracted
sWenty-hYe pounds. which he gave
sam with renewed laughter.
A few hours later. Mr.. Sam Weller
presented himself before his master in
the Fleet, dashed his hat upon the
ground and exploded: I'm prism
er! I was arrested this hero very
AFTERNOON, for debt! And the man us
puts mo In 'ull mover lot mo out till
you go yourself!"
And Sam Weller folded his arms and
looked fxedly and firmly into his mas
ters face.
Mr.. P1okwiok was troubled. His
resolution had remained firm, through
all the evil scenes OF the terrible
prison, whore hopeless men and wo-
never-ending dream, luckless human
creatures nung by England into habi-
tation far worse than those in which
sha housed hor felons were fed.
Though his heart ached, though the
moral and physical pollution OF the
place lay heavily on him. he never
thought OF surrendering. But 1t trou-
bled him to think that he was senten-
cling his servant to the same fate.
Yet Mr.. Pickwlck could not bring
himself to refuse Sam Weller. HIS
eyes were dim very often behind HIS
bright spectacles when he looked at
him. Together, master and man moy-
ed through the Fleet: and soon there
were many, many faces that lost
something OF their wild, dreadful stare
Of helpless. hopeless brooding when
Mr.. Pickwick accosted them, and there
waz unaccustomed laughter In many
NA-h
thrust in his head.
Ono day tho two. visiting the poor
side" OF tho prison-for even in that
Side. whore lived those who had not Q
single friend to support them. ana
were reduced to living on such small
quantities OF food as had been pro-
vided from time to time by charitable
legacies-came upon creature bent
by suffering and plnched by femme: q
creature whose unkempt hair hung
around a bloodless. aGouized face: q
creature dressed in rags. Mr.. Pick
wicks hunt had ended The creature
was Alfred Jingle!
At sight OF Mr.. Pickwick, tho man
sat down on tho stairs and covering
his face with his bony hands, sobbed
like a child.
Another man stumbled hastily to
him, another who was gaunt and sunk
enjoyed with starvation. and dirty In
rags 1t was Jingle's servant. Job
Trotter.
Como here sir!" said Mr.. PickwiclS.
looking tremendously stern. with four
large tears running down his waist
coat. Take that. sir!''
Take what? 1t should have been a
blow, for Mr.. Pickwick had been duped
and wronged by the outcasts who now
were within his power. But that"
was something from his waistcoat poo
lSet, and tho giving OF 1t made his old
heart swell as he hurried away.
1t was not the last donation that
passed from him to tho two swindlers.
A wiser man might have counted up
| all the times he had been betrayed, and
drawn the conclusion that the changes
were emphatically In favor of being
betrayed again; but Mr.. Pickwick new
! err thought OF viewing the matter with
| the cool eyes of wisdom. He threw his
sturdy body and sturdy heart into the
work of helping Alfred Jingle and Job
Trotter. and, strange. Incredible, i'm
possible us II may seem. he succeeded.
He succeeded so we'll that Sam Weller
felt constrained to remark one day to
Job Trotter:
None O. that. young feller!" in refer
| ence to a declaration by Job that he
WAS wiling to serve Mr.. Pickwick
TIL he dropped dead, None O. that!
No man serves him but met Then he
dragged Job TO the prison bar and