Bob Younger's Fate — page 148: what you’re looking at

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BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. 139 many would ye want, ye greedy thafe of the worruld?”’ —**There’s only sixty, Pat?’ , “Oh, yer drunk!” cried the Irishman, wildly. “Say, mister,’ to a man who was walking by, not especially interested in the scene, but inclined rather to keep aloof, ‘‘have ye a watch, may I have the bad manners to ax ye?”’ The man addressed passed on, pretending not to hear the request, while the so-called Pat, amidst the laughter of his audience, stood in his half-bent man- ner gazing curiously after the retreating form of the stranger. : ‘‘Now there’s aman as isa gentleman,” he mut- tered; ‘‘he don’t have no time to stop and say there’s sixty seconds in'a minute when he knows there’s a hoonderd. Och, the ignorance of some peo- ple!’? and crouching down over his organ again, he became oblivious to his surroundings. Even the request to grind his melodious instru- ment was unheeded. But at last his withered old facé brightened. “There she is now; may I rid mesilf foriver of this place!’”? and he hobbled along toward the train with the organ on his back. BSL Gs The brakeman, after inquiring his destination, as- sisted him to mount the steps, and soon he was en- sconced in the back seat, his beloved instrument at his side. ite Using it as a pillow,,he settled himself in a reclin- ing position, and was soon apparently.fast asleep ; but just as the train started with a slight jerk he half opened his eyes, and caught a glimpse of an _ every day laborer entering the car with a dinner bucket in one hand and a shovel on his shoulder. The man referred to walked the length of the car, as if hesitating what seat to take. — 4 As he ‘passed the organ-grinder, a small slip of brown paper fell from his hand to the feet of the reclining man. ) _A brakeman at the door barred his further pro- gress, stating that he was not permitted to go into the next car; so with a muttered word of anger he Eomicbooks com