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For The Children

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Day
5
Month
January
Year
1883
Copyright
Public Domain
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It was getting on towards du.sk, and Pim Drake, witli liis blaeking-box swvmg over bis shoulder, stood on the corner of Courtland Strcc! and Hroailwav, eagerly watching the passers-by, and shouting almost continuallv, 'Shine, sir - shine. while at the same time hc pointed down at tho shoe of tbose gentlemen, that Tim thought needed that attention. Mr. llobert Montague, banker of No. Wall Street was on liis way to the elevated station at Courtland Street, to be carried to his elegant residence in one of the fashionable streets vip town, when xipon reaohing the corner he met Tim, who instantiy ruslicd forward, and, pointing down to Mr. Mqntague's rather muddy cloth top shoes, again shouteü tne repeatea cry, 'sninc, sirr Have a shineP' Jhe baoker paused bcfore the boy, glancing down at his ownieet, andthen at the bright eyes and dirty face of the bootblack. who had already snnk upon his kaees ftnd was prepared for work. 'Well,' lie said finally, -you can shine Ihcm if you'll hurry about it.' Tim did cot wait for a second invitation, but, turning up the bottom of his customer's pants, so as not to soil them viih his blacking, ho went straight to his task. It w:is not before the iob was íinished, and jumping up from the ground, Tim stood waiting for his pay. Mr. Montaguu put his hand into his trousers pocket, and drew out a handful of coins. Selecting threo he droppcd them into the outstretchod palm of the bootblack, saying as he did so: 'A three and tvvo pennies ; that's right, isn't it ?' 'Yes, sir, that's correct,1 replied Tim, as his late customer hurried away. '1 think 111 buy little Jack an orange withthut five,' said Tim to himself as he walked over to a stand on the opposite sido of the way ; for Tim had a little cripple brother, Jack, the only rolaüon he knew of in the world ; and often, after a hard day's work, when hc made his way up town to the small room of tne tenement wnicn nu uiuieu uumc, nv carried some small delicacy to this little boy, though he sometimos had to scrimp himself to do it. Whilo Tim was away down town, little Jack employed himself with a box of choap patata that Xim liad procurcd for him to niakü the weary honra pass more quickly. Tim selected the orango that he thought looked most juicy and inviting, then taking the tlnv'e Soms t'rom his mouth, where he had deposited them, glanciag at themasone might look at a very casual aequaintance before he let them go In the glare of the oil lamp that lit up the stand hc saw that one of the coins hc had taken for a cent was not a cent at all. 'By hooky !' he exelaimed, opening his mouth wide in astonishment. If that 'ere gent dicln't go and niake a mistake ; why one of these cents aiu't a cent- it's a two dollar and a half gold piece !' A thousand different thonghts flaslied through thebootblack'smind as towhat he should do with the monoy. ' What a lot of things it would buy him ! He could get little Jack a bigger box of paints and even adrawing book, too. But then a small voice witliin him whispered: 'It doesn't belong to you, and you havo no right to it.' Then stül another voice said: 'Yes, you have, too, for how o you know where the gentleman whfi gave it to 3-011, JUVCÏ5T It was a puzzling question, and Tira conchuled, after a minute's tbought, that whatever he woulil do by and by he would not spend it just now. So putting the gold piece into an inner pocket, and taking a nickel from among his earnings of that day, he paid for the orange and walked briskly up town. A week passed, and Tim fitill had the gold piêce. He had hang around the corner of Courtkuid strei-t cvcvy afternoon, hall hoping and half fearing that he might sec his customer, but the gentleman had not vet appeared. On this particular day Tim had experienced very poor luck. It was a tine day; peoplo dijl not seem to want their boots blacked, and Tim had shouted himself hoarse to no purpose. It was cold and windy that night, ana when Tim liR-iired up hls d;iy"s proflts, he found that had made scarcely more thanhalf of the prcvious day's earnings- . Putting his hand into that inner pocket, he drew out the gold piece and gazed at it enviously. 'í can t sianu n nu) iuiigUI lic ""- tered, 'I must spend'it. Little Jaek's paint-box ia all worn out, and I'd reckoned on bnying him a new one to-day.' 'It would be such a surprise to him, poor little chap ' TU get it up-town, thcmgh,' lie added. 'Paint-boxes is cheaper up there.' So, restoring the gold-piece once more to his pocket, and buttoning up his coat he walked on. Before long he had reached the same córner where he had blacked the gentleman's boots. Lookin" down iöwards the elevated station he stopped in nis waiK. 'It's awfully wirnly a-walking way up iiome to-night,' be said, 'and ï've half a mind to go up in the train.' 'If l'm goino; to spend the gold piece I can aflbira itfor once.1 Turning down the strect he-was soon at the station, and just in time to ciitch au up-going train. Th e cars were very crowded, andïim had to stand up by the door. Looking forward, whom sliould he see, also standing, but the gentleman who had given him the gold piece. Tim started. Herewas a chance to return the money. Should he gvre it back to the gentleman, or should he get out of the train at the next station and keep it? If he kept it he could get little Jack the paint-box anti have quite a balance over. He could almost sec: the glad face of his little brother as he would hand him the box. Then, on the other hand, if he returned it, ten to one he would reeeive small thanks for it; and what with the slim profits of the day's work, he would have hardly enough money to buy little Jack's and his own frugal supper. The train just now ran into a station, the gateman shoutcd the nam", ot the street, and the cars carne to a standstill. Tim's mind was made up; he was just about lo leavo the car when, noticod for the íirst time a familiar íigtire standing near the gentleman. 'Jimmy!' he muttered under his breath, 'ii there ain't 'Sly Sam'.' 'A younff pickpockei lika, him, whose beon to BlaokweU'S ísland as often as he has, don't mean no gooil in a crowd like this. 'Ho will bear watohing, he will.' 'Sly Sam,' as he was called, moved oloser to the gen'Öeman, who was reading an evening paer. Tlm, between tke desire to get away with the money and the derffe to prevent a vobbcrv, 'did not know what to do. While he lingered the train went on again. " At, ïf ftimnil Uw mirvfi info Mnrv.1V Street, Tim saw the thiefs hand slide into iln' banker's vast pocket 'Ho'sgoing to do it,' said Tim toliimsell in great ejccitement, 'and I'dbe ing it, loo, f I went off with the money.1 'There'd be two of as then.' Tl] spoil his game, though,' and springing forward, he caught the banker's Bleeve whh pn'e hand and the thief wit!i tlie other. 'Say, mister,' he shouted, 'this here teller is a trying to hook your watch.' Tim's words created a good dual of confusión, and people feit instinctively in thcir watch pockete. Sonic of the Dagseno-ftra seizprl "Slv ianí," while lie himself, frightened and réry palé, tried effectuaJlv to prove his nnoeence by throwing the guilt upon rim. At the nexi státibri the pickpocket eras taken in charge by a polieeman, and subsequently was givcn the opportnnitj to board, at the publicó expense, at. tfiat favorito resort of charaeter of his type, Blaekwell's Island. When the confusión was over, and the banker saw that his watoh was safe and. uninjured, he tnrned to lindthc boy wlio had saved it. ríe ñau not iar lo iook, lor im was already by his skle, and, hefore Mr. Montague had timo to speak, the bootblack cried out: 'I say, mister, you're the gent whose boots I blaeked the othcr night; and you gave me a two dollar'n a half gold pieee instead of a cent. 'Here it is,' and Tim handed it over. Mr. Montague was silent for sonie seconds, while he ruechanically took the coin. 'Well, my boy,' he said at length, kmdly, 'you've done nie a service toniglit, and Í won't forget it. 'Suppose yon cali at my office, No. - Wall Street, to-niorrow?" 'Then I can speak with you. 'AskforMr. Montague.' Tim said that he would, and touehing his hat left the banker to his paper. It was not long before the train rcached the Bleeker street station whero he li o il i vi ívnf Brushing hia way throngli the crowd b.e hurried from the car and down the ?teps wïtfi a lighter puree than before, bul witli a ligliter heart because he had overeóme his temptation. ïim called on the morrow at Mr. Montague's, and was gíven a place at the banker's office, where by hard work he will no doubt rise until some day he may himself rnistake gold pieces for pennies.

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