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money. All you've got to do about it is to say, acciden. tally, where he keeps the key. We know you have charge of it.
RUSSELL-Walking about, as if thinking, and then speaking)-Can you keep a secret, boys?
DREW-Mum's the word. Nobody shall ever know. The rack could n't wring it from us.
Grey-Oh, yes; we can keep a secret, and we will. Let us have it.
RUSSELL—So can I; and so I will! Mr. Soule gave me the care of the boat-house key. I promised him I would neither let it go out of my possession, nor tell where I keep it. I know you'll both be offended, but I can't help it. My motto is " trusty and true," and I'll stick to it as long as I live.
DREW-You're a booby, spooney, and coward! I cut your acquaintance for ever.
(Goes out.) GREY-(Following Drew, takes RUSSELL's hand, and speaks in a low voice.)-I respect you, Russell. I don't blame you! Don't forget me.
RUSSELL-Well, they've gone. Heigho! I've made a life-time enemy; but I can't help it! I'm a booby and a spooney, may be, but I'm not a coward. I know I'd rather march up to the cannon's mouth than to face such music as this. Oh, dear! would n't I like to have somebody tell me I'm not a booby. I wish somebody cared about us poor stranger-boys. When I'm a man, I'll hunt up all the young fellows, and just let them see that somebody has an interest in them. I'll ask them to church and Sabbath-school and-ah! well! that's another of my foolish ditions. I
I must be a little unfinished in the upper story. I'll off to bed and to sleep. [Erit.
SCENB II.-Place same as before. Time, Monday morning. MR.
SOULE sitting by a desk.
Enter RussELL. RUSSELL-You wished to see me, sir?
SOULE-Ah, Russell! (Extending his hand.) Glad to see you so prompt! Sit down here. I want to have a little talk with you.
RUSSELL—(Taking a seat)—Thank you, sir, I've been expecting this for a week. I suppose you're about to make the change you spoke of. I'm sorry to go, sir, but as I'm the youngest clerk, I expected to be the first one turned off.
Souls–Yes, I am making some changes in my business, and some two or three must be discharged. You found the snarl here, (Laying his hand on the ledger,) and unraveled it, I see.
RUSSELL—Yes, sir; I think it is all right.
SOULE-All right, Russell, and very well done. Have you seen Drew this morning?
RUSSELL—No, sir; neither Drew nor Grey. I wondered where they are today. I noticed neither of their desks were filled. SOULE—Then
haven't heard the news ? RUSSELL—No, sir! What news?
Souls-Frank Grey had his eye put out last night, in a billiard saloon, in a drunken quarrel !
RUSSELL-Frank Grey! Poor fellow! You don't mean to say he had been drinking, Mr. Soule?
SOULE-No, I think not. He got mixed up in the quarrel somehow. It is a great pity he was ever tempted to go there at all. Grey is not very wicked yet, only a little weak. RUSSELL—Perhaps this may save him. I hope so. He's good-hearted. Poor Frank! Lost an eye! How terrible! SOULE-Yes, but it might have been worse.
If the loss of an eye will reform his character and make his life useful, it will be a mercy, after all. There's another piece of bad news which I presume you have n't heard. Drew is in the lockup.
RUSSELL--(Astonished - In the where!
SOULE—In “durance vile,” Russell, on the charge of breaking and entering.
RUSSELL— Whose store ? Can it be true, Mr. Soule?
SOULE-Captain Nelson's boat-house. He stole Nel. son's yacht, he and some other fellows, and went pleasuring. Nelson's angry, of course, and had them arrested this morning.
RUSSELL—It is a sad thing! I am very sorry. Was Grey one of the party?
Souls-No, he was n't. He had a sick headache all day, and it is a great pity it had n't lasted all the evening, as well.
RUSSELL—Somebody coaxed him off. The poor fellow could never say “no.”
SOULE-It's a great pity. The fact is, he is n't " trusty and true.” Very few young men are.
When I find one that is, I consider him worth his weight in diamonds-eh, John ?
RUSSELL-Yes, sir; I suppose so, sir! That is, my parents always taught me so.
SOULE-Don't blush so, Russell, my dear fellow. I did n't mean to play enves-dropper last Saturday night, but I heard your conversation with Drew and Grey. You have been well taught, and you do your parents honor. You shall not suffer for your defence of me and my property, I assure you..
RUSSELL—I only did my duty, sir. When do you want me to leave-to-day?
SOULE—I do n't wish you to leave at all.
SOULE—You must n't jump at conclusions. I said I was about making some change, and I am. I sent for you to offer you the clerkship made vacant by Drew. That gives you a jump over four years, and will more than double your salary.
RUSSELL—0 Mr. Soule, how can I thank you? Do you think I am competent to do his work!
Soule-I think so. That was his work you righted up on Saturday night.
RUSSELL–Mr. Soule, you never can know what you have done for us all-mother and sister and me. you will never have cause to regret your kindness.
Soule-I never shall, if you continue trusty and true. That is all I ask of you. For no man can be that to the full, without being more-a true Christian.
(He shakes Russell's hand, and exits.) RUSSELL—(Pinching himself )—It is n’t me.
I must be dreaming. John Russell, the booby, spooney, coward ! O mother, it all comes of your teaching! And earnestly will I pray that I be not led into temptation, but ever be trusty and true.
A FRIGHTENED LODGER.
SCENE.-Room in a Hotel.
Hez.-Wall, I 'spose I'll hev tew stop here and stay over night. This ain't much of a room, neither, tew put sich a feller as Hezekiah Scruggins intew. The landlord sez as heow they are awfully crowded, and if another feller should happen tew come, I s'pose he'd chuck him in along o' me. Neow I'd rayther not hev a companyun on the present occasion, but I reckon ef anybody comes in it will hev tew be endoored. I ' most wish I hadn't come tew this big agerculteral fair. It ain't nothin' but push and scrouge from mornin' till night. (Sits down.) I'm most tarnation tired. I've been a trampin' reound all this blessed day, and haven't seen nothin' of much acceount neither. I wish I was tew hum. If I know myself I'll strike eout fur that same hum to-morrow evenin'. (Noise outside. Hullo! thar's a trampin' at the door. I 'spose my pardner is a comin? If I am tew have a companyun, I hope he'll be a respectable-lookin' feller. (Door is opened, and LANDLORD ushers in ALEXANDER ADDI
HEZEKIAH rises. Erit LANDLORD.) ALEX.–Well, my friend, it seems that we are to lodge together to-night.
HEZ.-Yaas, so it seems. This ain't an awful good