The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-12-03

friend. the cab-net maker. to fetch it back. Are you awake, now?"
 No" rejoined Sam, obdurately.
 The elder MT. Weller struck his son on the chest and gurgled with gratifi- cation. There ain't no vurks in it!' he whispered It'll hold him easy, with his hatt and shoes on, and breathe through the legs, vich is holler,"
 Though even this ingenious plan was rejected, MT. Weller, senior, was cora forted by being permitted to set anoth-
 CT conspiracy on foot, aimed this time
 at jail delivery, but at giving the
 jail another inmate.
 MT Piclwith, installed in prison and
 seeing no way out of 1t until he died
 or Dodson or Fogg were hanged, would not let Sam Weller remain with him. He told him that his wages would be continued, but that he must enter tLe service of one of his three friends. To this Sam made no reply whatever, ex- cept such answer as might be construed from his clapping his hat on savagely and bolting.
 He made his way at once to a public ilouSS WitIc HIS ldltieI WAS certain 10 be at that hour. and he made a propo- sition to that gentleman which caused the elder MT. Weller's large face to pass through astounding changes, be- ginning with an expression of total blankness and concluding with perceo. ton so alive that suddenly he began to laugh and continued it till he was purple. Having at last been brougl t successfully through this phase, he ed his massive body quite amazingly and contrived to get his right hand into a side pocket, whence, after heav- ing and hauling so nightly that 1t made him pant, he extracted a giant pocketbook, and from it extracted E2, pounds, which he gave sam with re- newed laughter
 A few hours later, Mir Sam Weller presented himself before his master In the Fleet, dashed his hat upon the ground and exploded: I'm a pris'ner, l was arrested this here wery arter noon for debt! And the man as puts mo in ull never let me out till won 20 yourself!'
 And Sam Weller folded his arms and looked hxediy and firmly into his masters face.
 rGSO- lution had remained firm through a n the evil scenes of the terrible prison. where hopeless men and women moyed Ike hgureS In fearful never ending dream, luckless human creatures flung by England into a habitation far worse than those in which she housed her ieions were fed. Trough his heart ached, though the moral and physioal pollution of the place lay heavily on him, he never thought of surrenderin.. But 1t troubled him to think shat he was sentencing his servant to the sa ne fate.
 Yet MT. PiclSwick could, not brine himself to refuse Sam Weller His eyes were aim very often behind his bright spectacies when he looked at him, To- gether master and man moved througb the Fleet; and soon there were many many faces that lost something of thei,. Wild dreadful stare of helpless, hone less breeding when Mir. Pickwick ar costed them, and there was unaccus- toned laughaer in many wretched rooms when Sam Weller thrust iu his head.
 One day the two, visiting the moor side of the prison--for even in that place of poverty there was poorer side where lived those who had not a sips,e friend to support them, and were se- duced to living on such small quantities of food as had been provided from tjn,a to time by charitable legacies-came unon creature bent by suffering and pincbaa by famine; creature whose unlsap,n, hair hung around a bloodless, aroni-sa face; creature dressed in rags. Mr Rickwick's hunt had ended. The cre,' ture was Alfred Jingle,
 At sight of MT. Pickwick the man s, down on the stairs and covering his face with his bony hands, sobbed like n cbi,d
 Another man stumbled hastily to hin, another who was gaunt and sunken evad with starvation, and dirty in rags IT. was Jingle's servant, Job Trotter
 Come here. sir!'' said Mir. Pickwic,, looking tremendously stern. with fouy large tears running down his waistcoast Take that, sir
 Take what? It should have beep q blow. for MT. PiclSwiclS had been d,lned and wronged by the outcasts who now were within his power. But that, was from his waistcoat pocket. and the giving of it made his old heart swell as he hurried away.
 It was not the last donation that passed from him to the two swindlers. A wiser man might have counted up all the times