The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891, September 01, 1875, Page 5, Image 5

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    September.
THE WEST SHORE.
5
JERRY, THE MISER.
BY B. P.
It wm a cooler's shop, breaking the row of small
private houses in a shabby suburban street.
Near the door on this particular afternoon, were
-two females, the one elderly, the other graceful
and young ; both in the deepest mourning. In
front of it were two street Arabs, as ragged
:s mirthful; before it stood the oddeit being ira
aginable a little old man, about four feet nigh,
'with a not over clean face, iron-gray hair, on which
Tested a worn skin oap, shaggy brows, rather bow
'legs, and a dirty leather apron. In irate tones,
he was addressing the boy.
" Off with you, you young rascals I If you come
flaying Tour hopscotch and Sally-eum-ups before
any window again, I'll flay you afire."
Before the muscular flat the boys fled, hurling
bock derision. " Well done, Jerry old Jerry, the
miser 1 Yah I"
The cobbler for be hardly merited the more
emphatic title of shotiuk.or paid ut howl, but
glancing sharply up from his bent brows at the
two women, asked, " and what may you want ?"
We we see," began the younger, loeking tim
idly toward the square card in the win
dow, " you bare apartments to let."
"No. I've rooms rooms. I don't
know nothing ot ' apartments ;' I ain't
up to them nor the rooms aiu't neither.
Do you want to see 'em ?"
"We did wish."
" All right ; come along ! and the
little man swung round on his heel.
Following the cobbler through the
shop, he led them upstairs to the rooms.
There were two, communicating by a
door with each other, they wore poorly
furnished, but clean. As the women
looked at them, the cobbler stared at
them silently.
"Well," "he asked, "what do you
think of them P"
" They will do very woll," answered
the widow.
"It's only the price !"
" Six shillings a-week in advance."
" Abgut ret'oroucea " began the
widow.
"Don't want any you pay in nd
vanco ; and as, whenever you lonve the
house, it must be through the shop, you
cou't well take the furniture without
my knowiug. Is it settled V
" If you please ; here is the first
week's rent."
The cobbler's lodgers nnwAil
quiet They did not interfere with
Clare looked at the table; upon it was a new
loaf, butter, eggs and a neat packet of tea.
"Oh, Mr. Crayshaw " she began.
"axe you going to refuse me?' he snapped.
MWt I have tea."
"How oould I refuse" she began, when he in
terrupted by
"Then don't loose time. See to the kettle. I'll
boll the eggs.
Well, the two bustled about, the cobbler cer
tainly the briskest, until finally, they were seat
ed at a Tery comfortable tea. During the meal
Mrs. Weston deemed it right to inform their new
friend something of their history.
In her husband's lifetime they had been well to
do. At his death they yet could have lived com
fortably, had not Mr. John Burge suddenly bought
heavy claims on the dead man's property.
"I never oould quite understand what it was I
only know he must have been paid." said the wid
ow dolorously. " But we hadn't some papers we
ought to have had to prove it. So he took from us
every penny, and left us as you now see."
" A confounded villian!" exclaimed Jerry, crack
lug his egg with the bowl of a spouu, as tf it bad
been Mr. John Burge'a bald head he had got under
" Then Ml our friends desorted uj "
Except one," broke in Olarewlth heightened
color, which was not unnoticed by the cobbler
" But one as yet," added the widow, " He Is a
gentleman, Mr. Crayshaw, who who was once a
great friend of my daughter's. He was in Australia
at the time of our trouble, and though we wrote to
tell him, we have not heard a syllable since. You
know the world Mr. Crayshaw. '
" I do, ma'am," answered Jerry, emphatically;.
and know that it'e a sight better than people
would try to make it."
" Ah!" cried Clare, gratefully, her face radiant,
as involuntarily she extended her hand; " you think
he may be true.
" He'd be the greatest villain under the suu If he
were not, my dear," said the man, cheerily; adding
to himself, " Poor child poor child 1 she then has
to learn that levers' vows are easier broken than
shoestrings, and thought about as little."
After protesting that it was cheaper for him as
a miser, to supply Mrs. Waston's fire, than burn
one of his owu, ho frequently passod his evenings
with thonii He also procured Clare seme shoe-binding
to do, which, though hard ami ditllmilt work,
was something.
At the end of the wok, he was grimacing at a
boy, through the boots in the window, when Clare
came to pay the rent
"Take it away," he said; "let it stand over
" Oh, we oould not think of that, I" began the
girl. "We were going to ask it you would not
mind a portion ot it being left for next week "
Take it awayl" reiterated Jerry, getting 'into
lury; " I won t touch a farthing! I like being a cred
itortor I can charge iuterest."
" Bless your generous heart, whioh no onumlna
roughiioss can hide!" exclaimed Clare, gratefullv.
aa she hurried from the shop, "
"Poor thing-poor thing!1' he murmured; she's
yet to learn that vows are brokon easier than shoe
strings, and "
He was interrupted by tho shop door openlnc
Looking up, ho found before him, a tall, well
dressed man, with a bronned face and thick beard
and moustaohe, Jerry started.
" Tardon my Intruding," said the stronger; " but
oan you give mo the address of Mrs. Woston aud
her daughter; I heard they wore living sotuowhen -in
this streot."
" No!" said Jerry. , What do you want ot 'emf
" They are friends of mine."
"HwMN like you don't ofton, I should think,
have friends in this neighborhood."
" In the laud I come from, friend, the rank if
not tho guinea's stamp. But I'll seek oUewhere."
" Stay a moiuuut; I'll inquire,"
their landlord, and ho, apparently, did
not interfere with them. Uis rent was
paid to the day.
They rarely spoke, save exchanging
the ordinary morning and evening
salutations when tho daughter weut
through tho Bhop. Tho mother never
left the house. But Jerry, liko most
cobblers, was a man of observation and
he made such comments as tho follow
ing. "Sho'e a beauty, sho is; but' awful
white and sad. It's my opinion it's
hard times with themupstnirs."
One evening, a few weeks after Mrs.
Weston and her daughter rented the
cobbler's apartments, the latter entered
the shop later than usual.
The yellow lump was uariugdismally,
and Jerry, a boot on his knee, was hard
at work.
Aiter the usual customary iKftrht--1
tion, the girl was pawing on, when the
.-cobbler's voice arrested her.
"I say, your mother's ill, ain't she-P"
ne asked, nursing bis knee with both
arms.
" Yes, Mr. Grayshaw, I am sorry to
ay she ihM been for tomo while ailing.
She-she-" and the young voico trem
bled with tears" U very weak."
" Then you must givo her lots to eat
responded Jerry, startup out of the
window, "the best thing for weak pco
plo is a nico roast fowl and a bottle
of wine. Why dont you give it to heri"
"I wish I were able, or even to pro
vide her less expensive dainties; but
but" and the tears fell fust "I can.
not."
"Is that you Clnref" inquired the
widow's feeble voice.
"Yos mother."
"Come to mo my child."
Clare pressed her whito hands to her
bosom, madean effort and passed in to
tho bed room. But hor mother's tirst
words beat down all her uoblo-soulud,
heroic self-repression.
"Clare, dear, have you had better suc
cess to-day."
"No mother," she sobbed, hysteric
ally. "It'e the same old story; I can get
nothing. What shall wo do 1 leol
heart broken,"
"Ah, mo ah me! to look around'at
this placo, and remember tbo pleasant
home which once was ours! Now we
are alono with not a single friend in
the world."
"Not one! Oh, yes, mother, believe
me, one! cried tho girl, quickly. H
Oilbert will be true-trust me he
will."
The widow, touched by the plead
ins countenance, wm afoot t
when, interrupting herself, she said '
4Clare, I hear some one in the parlor.
See who it is dear." '
The girl obeyed, and started at the weird scene
ihe beheld.
Seated before the grate on a three-legged stool,
was the cobbler, yet in leather apron and cap.
On his knees were a bellows, which he was work
ing with consummate skill, evidently master of the
art, sending the ooals into bright blazes that threw
flashes of lund color over the quaint figure and the
room.
Upon hearing Clare, he turned almost with a
snarl.
.nrHoT "P" 0011 !" with
inch a lire as thisf" he growled. "Never was hat
W as mad as you, I m certain. Now look at that,
Jn't it a picture.
Clare did look and saw that not only was the
JjJ. but that they wen not from her
"HU quite f hearing," she manged to say, "but
Wyour,."11'- 'U rcb"
"That shows your ignorance," reeponded Jerry,
"tan t yon see by calculation that it's cheaper to
jeep up one good fire than two amall ones' 8o I
going to set by yours. Also clubbing two per
one U together it cheaper than taking it alone.
It make onlv one for v-
gwwivj, oW 1 a. t auer.T want to ban my
W aft,, Vi
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(Sec I'agc 4.) I
THE ESCAPE OF DAVID-Hv Glstavk Doke,
Jerry, carefully closed the door behind him, sat
down on the stairs and enjoyed a mute chuckle,
fearfully apoplectic in character.
On the landing ho repeated it, with much move
ment of the legs. Then he entered his lodger's
parlor.
Dropping into a chair placed ready for him near
the fire, rubbing hit knees, his' face one beamiug
smile, be cried,
" Does any one believe In tniuii1 I don't! Dons
any one bhieve in Australian gold-diggers? I don'tl
Does any one beleive in lovers keeping their vows?
Lor1 bless yon, I don't not a syllable!"
Then turning abruptly to- the astonished
women, he proceeded.
"Look here, I'll give you a riddle. Supposing a
certain Australian should come; suppose he
should come to me; supposing he should come into
this room; how would a certain party behave?
Would she laugh. Would she faint"
"Oh, mother!" cried Clare, starting up; "I know
what be means. It is Gilbert."
"Yea, she I right!" exclaimed Jerry, with a
caper. "It's OUbert Gilbert"
Flying to the door, almost precipitating hiauatf
over the balutrado, be shouted.
"You Australum, come up! You nugget of fi
delity, come hnre!n
There v m a Imtig of the dror, a Hnn, rapid tread
on thtt stairs, ami the bearded stranger shot put
Jerrv into tho room.
Cire my poor pwtr Clam!" he cried.
"bVlhert!" she ejaculated, rushiug into his arms.
'! he cobbler, after another carr, iliwn-etly riw
tlTfd to the shop, where he let olf his superfluous
i dtemmit by a chtrge at the bovs in t!m otn ft.
Gilbert Furmi'le, rich Amtrulimi cat tin otmer,
proved indeed a nugget of fidelity.
There was, a grand weilling. to which .lorry was
Invited, but hu simwred that lie wits too wiu a
man to mnko biliiwlf uncomfortable. Initnnd h
sent the brido a pretty ifold hraoelet aa a woddlng
gift a precent anVuonntely treasumil by f'te.
Yean after, tho voting wife, in her homo a the
antipodes, received' the fallowing oiuiraclerutio let
ter -
"Mr Dtua,
"Whil" writing this, I am smaa off. Wit n u
get It, 1 shidl have lt (t bo Utu u to any kmJ
Bleaf you I I am a kinleea atd man, and yen fu,
a miser but I aru uot going to give my u ., j to
VOIL Writ Would XI. QUO ha to i.ur A .!.-li-
diggerr A drop in the ocean. Besides you can do
without it. No; its going to a hospital for chit,
dreu, to which 1 have long U-en mi unknown sub
scriber. (Jok1 bye! ISIoxa you Mcm you ,
Your old friend,
"Jtiaar, Cobu.kb akd Miikm." 4
The letter, too, was treasure!; and in the heart
of tliw Win til, cheerful home, in the wealthy land,
"Mr)-, tlm Mi;r," waj ever held in cheerful
memory.
A ew of Tiir. West Huobr sent to friends
ebrott.l will give them a better idea about Ihe Pacific-North
west than any other publication on tha
Coat.
nw b.artwnt (rip to New Yurk, Mr. J. K. Otll
ixiii jli! oti nt the largest and moat manir)oent
'ucti- itf Ittwikx and Ktationery ever bmiiKlit to
ti.i' -ii itml hnvlnit selfcl'-d everrthiiiK per
iiriiv, i- ii iilt led U otter special tnducemt'itU,
Th; Wisconsin farmer who left a candle
Liir linirin the barn so at to scare t Me vet
awav h;ix no bam to watch now.
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