The Washington times., 1911-01-15

de price! An Wen have a little go wild
de mitts every day"
Very well! But l want to place one
condition on your staying. You're to be
| strictly honest with me, and you're not
to steal. You understand"
| The boy made a grimace. All right
since you ask me. But say, you're
Queer!"
| The next morning David bought Tom
a red cotton sweater, and advanced
| him a quarter with which to buy a
| stock of papers. Two weeks passed,
| every day very much like the one be-
fore it. David found no work. and
Tom made but little. During the two
| weeks the rent fell due, and most of
| Davtd's library went to a secondhand
| book dealer, the proceeds going TO the
| iandlady. Then, two or three at a
| time, the rest of the books were carried
to the secondhand store.
At length came a morning when there
was not a cent, and when, to perfect
the days despair, David awoke with a
| burning soreness throughout his body
| the consequence of having been caught
| the day before in a cold rain and hav-
ing walked about for several hours in
/ his wet clothes. He crawled out of
muscles could make no search for work
| that day.
Tom proposed a doctor. David dis
missed the suggestion; doctors required
money. But, money or no money, Tom
saw there had to be one thing-food-
He sat gazing for several minutes at
the boxing gloves. their last negotia-
table possession, which his favor had
| thus far kept out OF the pawn shop;
then with set face he put them under
his arm and walked out of the room.
He returned with fifty cents.
That night Tom came home discour-
aged. He had hunted work all day, but
no one wanted him. "Dey all wanted
TO hire a good sunt O. clo'es," he ex-
plained to David. But the next morning
place where l t'ink l can git job" he
said, as he started away, after having
prepared for David a breakfast that
David's feverish lips could not touch.
His confidence was well founded, for
that evening he entered the room with
an armload Of bundles. Look at dis.
will YOU" he cried dropping the par
GELS on the bed. Bread an butter, an
eggs, an steak-ev' 'ryting. You got to
git well now! You're goin' to git fat!'
David, in surprise, sat up in bed.
"Why, where did you get all these
tLinEs?"
Didn't I say I'd git job? Well, 1
did! In big hardware store. I'm er-
rand bny-.cv'rE' ting! De boss say:
Tom, do dis; Tom, do dat ! do EN-
all. quick! De next minute I say to de
boss, 'Anyt'ing cIse?' He pays me six
a week, I'm so quick"
But you've only worked day. You
haven't been paid already?"
Sure. I hands de boss a piece O
talk: me mudder's sick. an l needs
ready coin bad. So he pays me a dollar
eV'ry day"
David made a mental note that later
there must he few more remarks on
the subject of lying; but this was not
the time to reprove Toms fiji. He took
the boys hand in his hot. weak grasp
YOU'RE mighty good TO me, Tom he
said, huskily.
Toms face slipped to one side and
twitched. His blinking eyes avoided
David S gaze 'Oh. dat's nuttin'." he
Eruffiy returned. Nobody goes back on
his pal"
At the end of the first week of Da-
vid's Illness Kate Morgan returned
home, after having given up her posi-
tion. and thencefOrward she prepared
most Of his meals, Chatted much with
him, and lent him 10-Cent novels. One
result of their chats was that Kate be-
came more firmly convinced than ever
that David had been a thief Of great
skill and daring. Contradiction availed
him nothing.
told me so yourself" she would say.
And only top-notchers have your kind
of language and manners
One day she returned to the matter of
her former prophecy. You've had
enough OF this" she said. when you
get out Of bed and get Your strength
back, you'n be at the old game again.
You see,'
During this TINA Tom left for work
regularly at half-past six; and every
evening he insisted on turning his dollar
in to David, to be spent under David s
direction. One night, as Tom was CIV
ing frightful punishment to an imag-
inary opponent with his boxing gloves
he had redeemed them with part Of his
second days pay-several coins slipped
out Of his pock and went ringing. upon
the floor When Tom rose from picking
them up, David's white face was gazing
nj him in sorrOwfuI accusation. The
bnv paled before the look. He twisted
about and was silent for a moment.
Then he asked mechanically, almost
without breath, ''What's de matter?
Haven't you been stealing from your
emplovers?'' David asked in a low,
The boys color came back mo,
amt. Honest.
"Whv-hy. Kate Morgan give IT to
me- She fought I might want to buy
a few eXtry tings.
David was uncOnvinCed, but from
principle he gave Tom the beneft OF the
doubt. To accept money from woman
walked the natural masculine repug-
nance in him, so a moment later, when
Kate Morgan came in he said TO her
II want to thank you for lending that
money to Tom; I understand and ap-
You must take it back"
"What money? she asked blankly.
She turned about on Tom, who was
sitting at the foot of the bed where
David could not see him. The boys
face Uae very white, and he was hard
iv breathing. He looked appealingly at
Kate's face darkened. Tom" she
said sharply. Il told you not TO tell
When she had gone David called Tom
to him and took his hand. Il beg your
pardon, Tom" he said.
Tom made no answer at all.
During these days, when David was
not chatting with Kate or readlng
ahout the love of the fair mill girl and
tho mill owners son, he was wanly star
inc into his future. He longed for the
dav when he could begin search again
and that dav was also his great fear.
often he Law thinking for hours of Hell
on chambers He thought of the lovers
she must have; of her marriage, that
might not be far off; of the noble place
she would have in life-honored, ad-
mired, a doer of good. He would never
meet her never speak to her-neVer
see her, save, perhaps. as he had been
doing. from places OF shadow.
Well-he prayed that she might be
happy!
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