Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, June 12, 1914, Page 8

—_— | OOOOOOVOVOOOOOOOOIIXXXNXX] SIING THE BONE By MONTAGUE GLASS. It was a beautiful morning. A soft breeze from the river stole through Mr. Goodel's office window and eddied so gently around his bald head that, instead of sneezing, he sighed. Thence it ambled into the outer office and tugged at every button in the gar- ments of Jimmie Brennan, the office boy. “At Fulton Market dock,” it whis- pered, “there’'s good swimming." “G'wan, what yer tryin' ter do—kid me?’ Jimmie's subconsciousness jeered, while its owner industriously continued to index the letter-book. “It'd freeze de insides out'n yer!" So back it flew to Mr. Goodel. “I ask you in all seriousness,” it al- most hissed, “shall commercial paper and investment securities prevall over golf?” And Mr. Goodel, being of weaker stuff than Jimmie, closed his roll-top desk with a bang and selzed his hat and cane. “I'm going up-town on a very lm- portant matter,” he said. Jimmie looked at him mournfully. This cutting business an hour before noon was becoming too frequent of late. “What will I tell Mr. Luddington?” he asked. For a man of fifty-five Mr. Goodel blushed rather easily. The operation, however, might be termed painting the lily, for normally this gentleman's face was of a hue to pale the flamin- go's wing. “Why, tell him I've gone up-town on a very important matter, of course,” he declared. Jimmie glanced at Mr. Goodel and, dropping his eyes, snorted eloquently. Luddington was Goodel's brother-in- | law, and the roseate hue of Goodel's countenance was largely due to his ex- ample and encouragement. Despite Luddington's convivial habits, how- ever, Jimmie knew that he held a business engagement sacred; and on the previous day he had distinctly heard Goodel make an appointment with his brother-in-law for the pur- chase of some bonds. The securities were to be delivered in person by Luddington at a quarter to one o'clock that afternoon. “How about dem Goodel?” he said. . “Oh, yes—about those bonds,” Goodel replied. “When Mr. Ludding- bonds, Mr. ton brings them here, put them ln' the small safe.” After a time Luddington entered. Jimmie!" “H'lo, he cried in usual jovial fashion. “Where's the boss?” “Now he’s gone up-town, Mr. Lud- dington,” Jimmie replied, “on an im- portant matter.” Luddington chuckled impatiently. “That's too bad,” he said. “I have some bonds for him.” says fer you to leave 'em wit' me.” “Oh, he did, did he?” cried testily. “Why, there are ten of Luddington | them, at a thousand apiece, with the coupons attached.” face fell as he proffered an assurance he didn't Jimmie's Luddington feel. For the rest of the afternoon Jimmie | qat in front of the safe fruitlessly re- volving the knob, resting herself at intervals by reading a thrilling dime novel. At four o'clock he locked up the office and wandered disconsolately down-stairs. There the sunny autumn afternoon propelled him to the river front, and, unconsciously, his footsteps shaped themselves toward Fulton Mar- ket dock. He picked his way through the empty fishbarrels to the string-piece, where stood Ignatius Ryan, the same they call Whitney. Ignatius was garbed in a scapular and not much more, and his teeth chattered In- cessantly as the cold wind smote his naked shins. “Why don’t you jump in?” said Jim- mie, seating himself on the edge of the whart. Whitney struggled with a temporary ataxia of speech, “Aw, w-w-w-hy d-d-d-on’t y-y-y-er }J- jump in y-y-y-yers-s-s-s-elf?” he barely managed to enunciate. By way of reply Jemmie emitted a succession of jeering guffaws which seemed to infuriate the shivering Whitney. Ignatius made a dash for his tormentor, and a moment later the two of them were struggling in a strong flood tide, When Jimmie rose to the surface, halt a dozen ropes were within easy reach. He was speedily hauled back upon the dock, shrieking lurid threats at Ignatius, whose repartee, revived by the sudden plunge, grew no less profane. “Wait till I get yer wanst!” Jimmie shouted. “I'll lift de face off yer, dat’s all!” And there followed a wealth of bitter anathema that might have en- riched the vocabulary of a truckman, Jimmie proceeded up the wharf and along South street, dripping a track of muddy water behind him. A salt stream ran down his face from his hair and mingled with the tears which came with a realization of his predica- ment. His cap was lost and his only suit of clothes was dirty beyond de- seription. In the excitement of the past half- hour he had entirely forgotten the bonds. At the remembrance of them his hand sought his breast-pocket. his + With shaking fingers he removed the THE EVENING TELEURAM LAK ELAND, FLA, JUNE 12, 1914, pin and drew out a bundle of papers ) whose stained and soggy condition bore no semblance whatever to the | crisp beauty of Mr. Luddington’s | bonds. | All that evening he sat in a flannel | nightgown, busily plylng a rubber ! eraser, but without avail, for as fast as | “I know ut,” Jimmie answered. “He | he removed the spots his falling tears 1 stained the wrinkled paper anew. His | mother, meanwhile, stood at the wash- tub and renovated his muddy clothing with a vigor that testified eloquently | to the thoroughness of his chastise- | ment. | There was little sleep for Jimmle that night, and next morning, as he trudged, hollow-eyed, to his work, | he turned over in his mind every justi- fication he might proflér Mr. Goodel ! for his disobedience. He arrived down- town without having formulated any | excuse, and a quarter of an hour late ! to boot. So preoccupied was he, as he mounted the steps, that he failed to observe two policemen who blocked | the doorway, and plunged blindly into them, “Where are you bound for?” one of them asked. “Aw, let me go!” sald Jimmie. wolk here.” *“Oh, you do, do you?” the policeman . ejaculated, and grabbed him by the shoulder. “What's yer name?” “Jimmie Brennan,” the boy replied. “Come on, you,” his captor said, and dragged the struggling Jimmie up- stairs, Luddington and Goodel stood in the outer office as Jimmie and the police- man entered. Goodel's ruddy com- plexion had faded to a dingy shade of purple, and the corners of Ludding- | ton's mouth turned downward in a most unaccustomed fashion. “Here he is!” the officer announced. “Well, don’t strangle him,” said Lud- dington, with his hand on the door- knob of Goodel's office. He turned to Jimmie. “Do you know anything about this?” he asked, and threw wide the door. Jimmie gasped in convincing aston- ishment. The little safe stood doorless on its side, in the middle of the room, surrounded by a pile of torn and scat- tered paper. Its iron door wested on | Goodel's desk, while the doors of the | big safe in the corner swung ajar, one of them supported by only the bottom hinge. “He doesn't know, tered. “What time did you leave here yes- terday?” Luddington asked. “Four o'clock,” Jimmie murmured in | tear-choked accents. Here the policeman took a hand. ‘ “What time did you get home?" he persisted. ‘ | | Goodel mut- Jimmie sobbed convulsively. “Six o’clock,” he croaked. “And where was you between times?" his inquisitor bellowed. 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S1.00 Quality Our Sales thus far has been a most gratify to make their money count double in p ley NECKWEAR In great Profusion and all Reduced in and wept unaffectedly. “Now look here,” Goodel protested, «I won't have the little chap bullied any more.” He laid a comforting hand on Jimmie's shoulder. “It's all my fault, Luddington,” he continued. “It I hadn't been an ass and gone off to play golf I might have put the bonds in my safe-deposit box instead of the | gafe, and they wouldn't have been ' ; K ‘v“ : L Unless You Know Where iy |, Jimmie lifted his head from the| ; desk. __\""—\\ “Dey wuzn't in de safe,” he said. \ “\What?" gasped Luddington, Goodel, - and the policeman in concert. ] “’'N’ it ain't up ter me, neider,” he sobbed. “Whitney pushed me in.” “What d'yve mean?” Luddington shrieked. For answer Jimmie unpinned his pocket and handed the soiled bonds to Goodel. They were as limp as Jap- anese napkins. “I cleaned 'em as good as I could,” Jimmie continued. 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