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Title: Shadow and Sunshine--and Jerry
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Title: Shadow and Sunshine--and Jerry
Series Title: Sunny hours
Alternate Title: Shadows and sunshine and Jerry
Physical Description: 63, 1 p. : ill. ; 22 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Brine, Mary D ( Mary Dow )
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Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: c1890
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Orphans -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Street life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Poverty -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Grandmothers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Poor -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Horses -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Uncles -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Bldn -- 1890
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Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
Statement of Responsibility: by Mary D. Brine.
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IT sometimes occurred to Jerry that he was a very
unlucky boy. I used the word sometimes because as a
rule he was a happy-go-lucky sort of little chap, and as
long as the present time furnished him with sources of
contentment, he troubled himself very little about past
or future troubles and tribulations.
But there were times when he felt very keenly the
disadvantages of his social standing in this world, and
sitting down upon the curbstone-which was usually his
nearest and handiest seat-he would set his young brains
to work to wonder why he was thus and some other boy
was so and so.
In the first place, Jerry belonged to that class of
humanity commonly called "street arabs," and every-
body knows what kind of a life street arabs generally
lead. Poor, forlorn, miserable little things, both girls
and boys! and when they are not dodging a policeman,
they are too often making raids on things not of their
own legitimate possession. At night they are glad to
crawl under carts, boxes, lumber-piles, and into door-
ways, if possible, where they can find shelter for their
weary little bodies as well as they can until the morning


light sends them out from their hiding-places to scatter
once more about the great city streets.
But there are some among this class who are meant
for better things, who wish and hope for better things,
and make every effort to lift themselves above the sur-
roundings where they have been forced by all kinds of
Such a boy was Jerry Jackson. He could remem-
ber the time when his mother lived (though he could not
recall a father's love and care), and he knew she had been
of different stuff from the women 'who lived about his
neighborhood during these days of his arab life. He
remembered that she had been particular with him in
his speech and ways, so far as was possible, and he knew
the difference between right and wrong so well that when
he did wrong his conscience pricked him pretty severely
for it.
He was a lonely boy, too, though he had his little
"fiddle" as the boys dubbed it, to comfort him; for he
had all his life loved music, and had learned to play
pretty well on the violin which had been his father's, and
from which through all his trials and tribulations he
had never been parted. Many a penny he had picked
up by using his violin here and there in the streets,
and if he had not been threatened with the "lock-up"
by a surly policeman who told him one day that he was
breaking the law, Jerry might have continued to play
about the streets to this day. But he was thoroughly


frightened, and had kept his little fiddle safely hidden
ever since, using it only sometimes of a night in the
cellar where he and a swarm of boys like him in loneli-
ness and misery were proprietors of various straw-heaps
which were called bunks, and for the use of which they
paid one or two pennies a night.
Here he sometimes played for the boys while they
indulged in sundry shuffles and breakdowns which, viewed
as "gymnastic exercises," perhaps did them good rather
than harm, and at any rate kept them from roaming the
streets in search of worse mischief. Jerry had also one
other species of comfort for his lonely little heart, and
that was of the human kind. One day as he was wan-
dering about the streets he saw an old woman slip on
a piece of ice and fall. In an instant he was beside her,
lifting her up with a sympathetic inquiry whether she
was hurt or no. And he had moreover guided her
feeble old feet through the streets to her home, which
proved to be one bare little room in a tenement house
not far from Jerry's cellar. Since then the two had
frequently met, and always stopped to exchange words
of some pleasant kind, and Jerry had recently fallen into
the way of spending, now and then, an evening with
his old friend, who listened with interest to all his ac-
counts of the day's doings.
A nice old soul she was, and full of good sound
sense, too, and as cheerful under the rather cloudy state
of her life's sky as though she had not to knit woollen

socks for a second-rate store in the neighborhood as
her only means of livelihood. She gave Jerry many a
" free lecture," as he called it, when he told her of his
doings which in her opinion were wrong and foolish, and
she did not withhold deserved praise when he in her
opinion honestly needed it for sake of encouragement.
She was the only human friend for whom Jerry's
little heart felt any real attachment, and as she enjoyed
the scraping of his violin, he soon left it for safer keeping
than formerly in her room, and was fond of practising
there when he got the chance. But it was n't long before
the other boys found out about the friendship between
the old woman and Jerry, and ridiculed him as only such
boys could. There goes Jerry's granny !" they shouted
when she was seen, and one night when he returned from
a call from her and triumphantly exhibited a pair of socks
which her kind old hands had knitted for him, the boys
literally unravelled them amid yells of laughter and ridi-
cule, and all Jerry could do was to choke down his rage
and shake his fist at his tormentors. I will say here that
on the first opportunity, when he caught one of the boys
alone, he gave him a sound thrashing, and relieved his
wrath in a great measure. I will also add that it was n't
many hours before the other boys revenged their com-
rade's grievance, and in turn gave poor Jerry as bad a
whipping as he had given.
And this was the kind of life the boy was leading
day after day, sometimes merry and indifferent to his


surroundings and sometimes thinking himself, as I said
at the beginning of my story, a very unlucky boy."
Just about this time he considered himself more
than ever unlucky, for he had met with the loss of a
dollar; and a dollar to Jerry was a large sum, you under-
Not that he had actually ever owned that sum, or
had had his pocket picked, or had dropped it through one
of the numerous holes in his pocket. Not in either of
those ways had the loss come to him, but in this way.
To begin with, he had been thirsty, and not feeling able,
owing to his limited income, to drop in at the drug-store
on the corner and call for a foaming drink of soda-water,
over which in imagination he had smacked his lips many
a time, he did as others like him did, and went to the
drinking fountain in the square to refresh himself. There
he found five other thirsty throats, belonging to a man,
a woman, and a little mite of a boy, beside a couple of
The woman drank and the man drank and the two
dogs were lapping busily from the little tank below, but
the mite of a boy, although there was another dipper
within reach, was not quite able to obtain a satisfactory
drink unless he could climb half way up the fountain and
ladle out a good full cup of the sparkling water-which in
my opinion goes far ahead of soda and syrup. So he was
patiently waiting for the man and the woman to go off
before he could take his turn, and as he waited, Jerry


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appeared and took in the situation. Now he was a tender-
hearted little street arab, as we already know, so he took
down the other dipper, filled it full, and gave it to the
little chap who stood beside him.
"There, drink away, Johnnie," he said, "and then I'll


take a turn. Seems as if I could pretty near drink foun-
tain and all."
The small boy drank and drew a long breath of con-
tent. His name was n't Johnnie," neither had he ever
seen Jerry before, but he felt the kindness and good-will
in Jerry's tone, and waxed sociable before he went away.
Among other interesting items which he confided to Jer-
ry was this: Say! I saw a big polly fly out of a bird-
store down there," pointing out the direction, "and the
man said he'd pay any feller to catch it. I wish I could,
but I'm too small and I don't stand any chance. If you'd
been round there mebbe you could !"
My!" exclaimed Jerry as he hastily hung up the
dipper and drew his sleeve across his mouth by way of a
napkin. I tell you, I'11 catch that parrot if there's any
catch in me. Say, Johnnie, which way did he fly?"
Somewhere or other in that tree yonder; but it was
quite a while ago."
I do n't care, I '11 try for it," cried Jerry, and he ran
to the bird-store in no time. Sure enough, the proprietor
told him the bird was missing and that the boy who
brought her back would earn a dollar. And nobody had
earned it yet, so Jerry had a chance after all.
He walked round and round the tree where the bird
Shad been seen to fly, but he could see nothing; and as
other boys had given up the search and departed in quest
of other game, so did Jerry at last, and was sadly turning
away from his contemplation of every visible branch the


tree contained, when a hoarse voice laughed out from
amid the thick foliage, and Jerry knew the bird, after all,
was within his reach.
And soon he spied her, calmly pruning her feathers
and enjoying the new freedom she had found. Cautiously
upwards went Jerry, until he was near enough to reach
out and suddenly grab his prey.
Alas! the parrot lifted her head, cocked one yellow
eye, and with the words, "No, you don't!" flew off to a
neighboring window-sill, where a hand unexpectedly ap-
peared and secured the prize before Jerry's disappointed
Overwhelmed with his feelings, Jerry descended to
the ground and meditated an instant. Then going to the
bird-man he boldly asked if he could have at least half the
reward offered, for having tried to catch the polly, and at
any rate, for having caused her to fly where she had been
No, sonny," the man had replied, not much. That
man's a neighbor of mine and I can get the bird for noth-
ing; so away with you !"
And Jerry went away, sadly reflecting on the ups and
downs of life, and wishing he were some other fellow.
But he took that wish back as soon as it was born, for
thought he, "If I had been some other boy I wouldn't
have had my mother, and no other fellow's mother would
have been just like mine. So I'm glad I'm Jerry; but I
wish I could be a lucky Jerry, that's all."


And this is why he was at this especial time feeling
himself to be more than ever an unlucky boy, and this is
how he had lost a dollar."
That evening he ran in to see his granny, as he
called her,, for she was glad to have him do so, having
neither kith nor kin in the city, and to her he told his
story of the parrot and expressed his disappointment.
Never mind, lad," said she; "something else 'll turn
up for you, never fear. Why, here-" she put on her
spectacles and took up a paper which she had been read-
ing-" here is an advertisement for a dog. Some one,
living out a bit in the country Harlem way, has lost a
dog, and a reward is offered. It says here that the dog
followed his master to the city yesterday, and he thinks it
was stolen, as he had to go home without it. Now, lad,
there's your chance, if you can find the creature, for earn-
ing a bit of the money you want so much."
Jerry whistled, and his eyes sparkled like stars.
"Whew, granny! if only I do you shall go shares with
me. But I'm no good at finding anything, no good at
all; so I'm sure this 'll be a fizzle like the polly busi-
Now Jerry was trying to save all he earned that
could be spared from actual living expenses, with the
secret desire to buy, some future, fortunate day, a new and
better violin, and so maybe be able to make his talent for
music of some use to him. Granny knew all about those
hopes and aspirations, and loved the boy well enough to


wish him every success in his plans. And she did more
than that for Jerry: she remembered him in her nightly
petitions to the Master she had all her life tried to serve;
and with each morning, when she asked that Master's
protection and guidance for herself, she also besought it
for the little lad who had never failed to show her respect
and kindness, despite her poverty and her age, which-
alas, that I should have to write it-had been only too
often mocked at by the boys of her neighborhood. Jerry's
very first meeting with her had begun with a kind and
manly action on his part, and her old heart had warmed
towards him ever since,'until now his interests had seemed
almost her own, and to see him happy or to know him to
be in trouble made her also glad or sorry.
So it was with an earnest hope that it might be her
laddie who would finally claim the promised reward that
Granny bade Jerry good-night, when the clock in the
steeple of a church near by rang out the hour of nine.
Do your best, boy," she urged. Remember it is a
big black dog you're after, and you've as good a chance,
unless some one, finds him to-night, to be successful as
any other boy in the city."
Bright and early the next morning Jerry crept out of
his heap of straw, shook himself, went to the water-pail
in a corner of the cellar, filled a tin basin with the not
over-refreshing water, and dipped his face and head in for
a good souse. His hands were next treated to a bath,
and then out from his pocket came a bit of a comb, which


ploughed its way through a mass of tangled hair as best
it could, urged by the strong young fingers of its owner.
And then Jerry felt that he had made a respectable toilet,
which, slight though it was, was yet more than most of
his still sleeping companions were in the habit of enjoy-
ing. Next came a duty which Jerry never wished to
neglect since he had been taught it long ago at his sick
mother's knee, but which, through dread of ridicule and
owing to force of circumstances, he had frequently neglect-
ed, and suffered much distress of conscience thereby. To
be sure, when Jerry had not been able to find a hiding-
place where he might say his daily and nightly prayer, he
had often repeated it after having gone to his couch of
straw, repeated it in his heart, and with much earnest-
ness too, to do him justice. But there had been more
times when he was so tired and sleepy that there had
been no thought of prayer in his head or heart, and then
he felt very bad afterwards, and wondered if he could
make it up by a long prayer the next time.
Have you ever known children who think that way?
I have, and if they are honest in their little efforts at
" making things fair," as they call it, surely it is better
than just to let the lapse go each time, until at last
it is one big "lapse" for both the prayer and the con-
On this occasion Jerry did not forget the duty to
which I allude, and in his petition to the Father of all
there was a thankful thought of the dear mother, who, he

always liked to believe, was still loving and longing for
him, if she was up in heaven.
Then he started off on his search for the missing
quadruped, though it was, after all, much like "hunting
for a needle in a haystack," a saying you are all familiar
with, no doubt.
Where in all that big city could this little Jerry hope
to find a runaway dog which would prove to be the right
one for the address Granny had carefully pinned in his
Well, nothing could be done without trying, at any
rate, and the hunt began forthwith.
Will you be surprised when I tell you that Jerry
actually did find the runaway? It was almost twelve
o'clock, though, and he was about as tired and discouraged
a boy as you would care to see when he finally discov-
ered the black fellow for whom he had strained his brown
eyes all the morning. A large white dog was with the
wanderer, and seemed to have a decidedly friendly feeling
for the rather perplexed and uneasy acting stranger, who
gazed about him with a sort of "Where am I?" expression.
There was no doubt about the black dog's being the dog
wanted, for his appearance tallied exactly with the descrip-
tion Jerry carried with him, even to the white tip of the
tail and scar near the left eye. Why it had happened that
nobody else had found the dog is more than I can say,
but Jerry felt in his heart quite sure that it had all hap-
pened because the Father in the world above, where his


dear mother lived, had listened to his earnest little prayer
that morning and had helped him to be a fortunate boy at
last, after all the discouragements he had suffered. At
any rate, there was the dog for whom the reward had been
offered, and there was he, the boy who was going to claim
the reward, and oh, would n't Granny be glad! Now
Jerry had a strong piece of cord in his pocket, and fasten-
ing that comfortably about the dog's shaggy neck, the
boy by patting and caressing him, coaxing and command-
ing, and also by dodging the thoroughfares and more con-
spicuous streets-lest his prize might chance to be recog-


nized and taken from him just at the moment of this
grand finale to his search--made good time through
beautiful Central Park, and at last succeeded in leaving
the city behind him, and was able presently to turn into
the by-road which led into the country-road not far from
which, according to his directions and his knowledge of
the neighborhood, the owner of the dog lived. Indeed,
the dog knew as well as Jerry that he had found his bear-
ings now, and but for the cord with which he was
secured-for Jerry had an eye to business, you see, and
had no intention of losing the offered reward for his
trouble this time-he would have scampered over the
field and reached the house where he belonged long
before Jerry's tired little legs could have arrived there.
So he went on, and pretty soon had received not only
the reward-it was only five dollars, but think what that
was to Jerry!-but the thanks of the dog's owner, a little
girl who had cried her pretty eyes almost out of her head
for grief at Carlo's loss.
The precious bill was carefully folded in a piece of
paper and pinned by the girl's mother safely inside Jerry's
pocket, and then with a happy face and a polite bow-the
best he knew how to make-off went our young friend,
feeling about as rich as it was necessary a boy of his size
should be. It was a warm day, and he took off his
jacket, although, truth to tell, that garment was pretty
well ventilated with holes, and when he reached a fence
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upon how the tide of luck had turned with him from ill
to good, when only the night before he had thought him-
self the "very unluckiest chap in the whole city."
Wait, little boy !" cried a voice from behind him.
Halloa! here's that little girl running after me!
'Spose the folks at the house think I 've been and stole,"
he muttered, a scared feeling flushing his face and ma-
king him more than ever hot and tired.
"Wait, little boy!" repeated the voice as the girl
came nearer.
"Well, I'm waiting a'n't I?" was the reply, though
he felt uncommonly like moving on, because he was n't
by any means sure-things were so queer in this queer
world-that she was n't going to take back the five dol-
lars, and he meant to "cut and run" if she tried that.
But she came up to him with a smile on her face and a
large piece of cake in her outstretched hand, the very
sight of which made Jerry's hungry stomach bound and
his mouth water.
"This is for you, boy. Mamma said she guessed you
were hungry, and sent me to give you this. It was very
nice of you to find my dog."
Oh, thank you, miss," replied the boy as he took a
speedy and liberal bite out of the cake. I was just as
hungry as a fellow could be, and this tastes good, I tell
The girl dropped down in the soft grass beside Jerry
and they were having a boy and girl talk after the fashion

of children, to whom distinctions of class and society, as a
rule, mean nothing. Child-nature makes all child-world
of kin, we know, and the little mistress of the recovered
dog was getting very much interested in Jerry's descrip-
tions of his daily life and that of his arab companions.
He did n't forget to tell her also about Granny, his one
kind friend, and how lonely she was and how poor.
She's been better off than she is now, lots better
off," he added earnestly. "She used to live in a nice
house and have a husband and two boys; and they got
killed with a fever once, and then she did n't have any one
to love or care for her, and she kept getting poorer and
poorer, and now that's how she lives in the tenement and
knits things; and she's good to me and lets me keep my
fiddle in her room so the fellows wont break it, and I play
to her sometimes-"
"Do you play the violin?" asked the little girl, sud-
denly inspired with awe for the boy who could play on a
violin, even if he was ragged and a street-boy only.
Jerry told her that it was the thing he loved best to
do when he had a chance, and that his father used to
play with other musicians at concerts," his mother had
told him, and that's how he loved music so. While they
were talking together a gentleman on horseback came
Oh, Uncle Ned !" cried the girl, while Jerry sprang
to his feet and admired the beautiful horse.
"Well, who are you, my little man?" inquired the

rider, somewhat surprised to see his niece in company
with a boy of Jerry's appearance.
I 'm Jerry, sir, Jerry Jackson," was the reply, while
the boy's brown eyes were still bent admiringly upon the
horse, for Jerry dearly loved animals.
"And what are you doing here? What do you do
for a living, if I may ask?" continued the gentleman,
I'm a jobber, sir," was the ready answer, and this
time the brown eyes were lifted bravely to the rider's
H'm, a jobber," repeated the man with a puzzled
look, but another laugh at the comical sound of it all.
" What kind of a jobber, I wonder?"
"Oh, any kind, sir; it doesn't make any difference to
me what I job at, so long as it is a money job, you see,
and big enough, like this last one, for me and Granny to
go shares."
Here the little girl spoke up and explained how Jerry
had restored her dog, and how she had followed him
from the house to give him the cake, and "He's been
telling me all about himself and the boys he knows and
about Granny; he's got an old woman who is n't his real
gran'ma, but he calls her Granny 'cause he loves her, you
see," she continued eagerly. "He's a nice boy, uncle, I
like him," she added, while Jerry blushed at the unusual
turn affairs were taking, and said he must be getting
home now.


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"Where do you live, boy?" asked the gentleman,
interested more and more in the little fellow's face and
"In a cellar, sir, that's in street next to a
leather store, but Granny lives in the tenement close by,
a big wooden house, and her number is 20, up the third
flight. But she's very poor, sir, and I do n't think she'd
feel as if she could make company comfortable, if any
one went to see her that was n't poor like me."
The gentleman 'laughed heartily. Maybe I might
go and see if I couldn't make her more comfortable," he
said cheerily, and lifting his little niece on the saddle be-
fore him he rode on, while Jerry ran cityward, almost
bursting with the accumulation of news he had to tell
Granny that evening.
Every now and then he would stop in the midst of
his haste and put his hand within the pocket to which
the precious bill was pinned. He wanted to be quite
sure that by some magic it had not been spirited out of
its hiding-place. But it was always there, safe enough,
and then the haste would begin again, until at last Jerry
stood before the door. of Granny's room and knocked
There was no reply, and the boy was disappointed at
having to wait until his old friend should come home
before he could relieve his bursting heart of its news.
Still it was past her usual cup-of-tea time," as she was
wont to call supper hour, and Jerry decided to knock


again a little louder. Still no answer, and he tried the
door. It was unfastened, so Granny, he knew, must be
within. He opened it wider and thrust in his head. Ah,
there was Granny, sound asleep .in her one comfortable
chair, her knitting-needle case in her hand, and her fin-
ished stocking on her lap. Poor, tired old Granny who
could tell where she might be wandering in the land of
dreams! Perhaps way back to the days of her merry
childhood, when she did not think that a future home for
her and her old age awaited her in a bare, cheerless little
room in a tenement building.
Jerry entered very quietly and sat down to wait till
his friend should come back from her journey in that
dreamland. It was a pleasant journey, he knew, for there
was a smile on the wrinkled face, and a look of content
there he loved to see in place of the sometimes anxious
expression which the dear old soul could not hide from
the loving eyes of her laddie.
"She'll smile bigger'n that when she sees this!"
quoth Jerry to himself, pulling out his bill and smooth-
ing it on his knee. "I s'pose the lady that gave me this
wondered what such a ragged chap as I am would do
with it. She kind of held it a minute, I noticed that,
when she was just going to give it to me, and I was
afraid she'd back out, seeing as I was so little and kind
of loaferish; but she had to do the square thing "-Jerry
chuckled and fingered his bill lovingly--"and so I got it,
and thanks to Granny too. Hi!' wont she be glad


though!" In his excitement the boy made more noise
than he intended, and Granny's eyelids were apart in a
And also in a jiffy Jerry was standing beside her

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and holding up the five-dollar bill with such a bright
face as she had not seen him show for a long time.
I found him, Granny!" he cried, I found the dog,
true as you live! See?"
Granny looked at the bill and then at Jerry, and her
kind old face broadened with smiles as she came back
from dreamland to real-land, and took in the situation at
last to Jerry's entire content.
Of course you did, laddie. I felt sure those bright
eyes of yours would spy out the creature somehow, be-


fore you'd give it up," and she patted the boy's shoulder
in a sort of congratulatory way.
"This is half yours, Granny," said the boy, "and I'm
going to scud round the corner and get it changed at the
drug store, and then you 've got to go shares with me,
else I wont enjoy a penny of it."
In vain Granny's loving protest; Jerry's was as lov-
ingly firm on his side the argument, and finally he ran


off triumphantly, and left Granny thinking unutterable
things about the boy who had so unexpectedly come into
her life and brought some of the sunshine of her own
youth back to her.
When Jerry returned he laid two dollars and a
bright fifty cent piece in her hand, and tucked the balance
of the bill deeply into his pocket.
Now I 'm going, Granny," he said, and this '11 go
into the box where my other job-earnings go; and oh
dear! how I do wish I could hurry up and get enough to
buy a new fiddle, and then-"
"Well, what then ?" asked Granny, smiling.
"And then," he continued, "perhaps I could earn
enough to study up a little and learn how to play like my
father used to, maybe."
"Cheer up, sonny; the longest lane that ever was
must have a turn at last; and, Jerry, do n't lose sight of
your dear mother's love, whatever you do, my boy. You
can't go far wrong or grow discouraged, no matter how
you may suffer here and there, if you'll just keep a fast
hold on the lessons your mother taught you and the love
she gave you, and remember that your aim is to go to
her, not-from her, by-and-by."
"Never you fear I'll forget my dead mother, Gran-
ny," earnestly replied Jerry. I think of her lots more
than any fellow knows; and lately I've been wondering
if she knows how kind and good you've been to an old
street-arab like me !"


God bless you, laddie! What should I do without
that little arab,' I wonder ?"
It was some days after that when Jerry, wandering
around as usual in search of odd jobs, found one at last
in the shape of selling papers for a newsboy who had
been taken sick while on duty, and knowing Jerry as
such boys do know each other, and knowing also that he
was "a chap to be trusted," had intrusted his bag of pa-
pers to him, promising to share profits on the sales.
"I 've got the botheringest headache that ever a fellow
had," he explained to Jerry, "and yet I do n't ezactly
want to tote back all these papers; and as you're looking
for a job, Jed, just take hold on this one, wont you ?"
And Jerry had gladly taken hold," though he knew
the profits would n't set him on very high ground, finan-
cially speaking; but all the same, as he thought to him-
self philosophically, "pennies are pennies, and a lot of
'em makes a pile by-and-by." So it was not long before
he was an active newsboy, raising his shrill little tones
as others of the "profession" did, and thrusting his wares
under the nose of every passer-by. Sometimes he sold a
paper and then again there were many tedious "waits"
for a trade, and it was during one of those times that
Jerry felt tempted to fling his papers down and shoulder
some other, more paying business. But he was bound
by his contract with the actual owner of the sheets, so
there was no help for it just yet.
Here's a lady; maybe she '11 take a paper," he mut-


tered; and as the daintily dressed young miss approached
he held up the sheet and cried,
Latest edition! Paper, miss? Got all the news!"
She gave him a haughty stare and replied, Why do
you yell so, you rude boy? There's no need of it," and
then she swept on her way, declining the paper, of course.
A nice-looking little old lady next came along. Jerry
held up his paper. Please, ma'am, wont you buy a pa-
per?" he asked in a low tone, thinking to try the effect of
that style in place of the yell which had angered the
young lady a moment before.
But the old lady was in a hurry and moreover she
was deaf, therefore Jerry's request was slighted as be-
Well, I never !" he said, disgusted at his luck. I
never did see such a mean lot of folks! Wait, I'll try
this fellow !"
"This fellow" proved to be a pompous old gentle-
man who was stalking towards Jerry with a scowl on his
fat face which ought to have made the boy change his
mind about a sale in that quarter. But he did not notice
the scowl, and so he stepped briskly forward and ex-
claimed, Please, sir, buy a paper?"
Alas! for Jerry!
"Get out of my way, you young scamp!" was the
reply, thundered out in a way that made the boy jump,
and attracted the attention of a passer-by, who pitied
Jerry, and putting a copper in the little hand, pulled a


'h~~--i~-- ~


sheet out of the pack and went on, while the pompous old
man continued, Do you think I want to swallow your


wares, that you stick them under my very nose in that
way? Be off with you.; you newsboys are nuisances !"
Then he continued to stalk on, leaving Jerry full of wrath
at the- undeserved scolding he had received in return for
his honest efforts in his friend's and his own behalf.
"Mean old duffer!" he muttered. "Well, there!
I'll just give up trying to sell any more anyhow! It's
getting late and I'm tired. He leaned dejectedly over a
big packing-box near at hand and said to himself, Now,
if any one wants a paper let him just say so! Here they
are, and any one can see 'em without my talking and
wasting breath any more just for scoldings and no pen-
nies! But what's that, I wonder?" His roving eyes
had caught a glimpse of some shining substance half
concealed in the dark corner of a stone coping close be-
side him. Going to take a nearer view, he pulled out
from its hiding-place a heavy gold seal. It was old-fash-
ioned in style, and might have been a cherished relic of
old times, as it undoubtedly was. It was-Jerry could
see that-a valuable thing, although how valuable he had
of course but a small idea.
The boy turned the seal over and over in his hand.
"Like as not it dropped off that old blusterer's chain," he
thought, for he took himself off enough to shake any-
thing away from his body. I hope it did anyhow," his
face broadening into a grin; "he deserves to lose it and
more too!"
SJerry was still turning his "find" over and over, and


stealing admiring glances at it whenever he was unob-
served in the crowd passing by, and his thoughts contin-
ued to run on swiftly after this fashion:
He'll never guess where he lost it, and a find's a
find! It's just come straight to me; and I know the
fellows who find this kind of things take 'em to a man
who buys 'em right off and melts 'em or fixes 'em so the
owners never could tell 'em again. I can get lots for
this, I'm sure. I'll get a nice shawl for Granny, and
some cake and goodies for her, and I can-" Just here
a troubled thought of a different order from the others
arose to the top of the crowd swarming his brain and
checked him a minute, as he slipped the seal into his
safest pocket, where Granny had mended the holes. "I
did n't steal the thing," he replied to that new thought.
"I never thought of stealing. I would n't do such a
mean, wicked thing! I only just found it and I don't
know who lost it."
The inward thought and voice went straight on as
soon as Jerry had finished his mental reply, and "'Spose
I could hunt to see if it's advertised, or I could give it to
the first cop I see; but how'd I know he would n't keep
it himself? Granny needs things and I want a lot of
things I have n't got! Oh, bother !"
Jerry took out the seal again and looked at it. "Yes,
this must have cost a pile of cash, and it would bring a
good deal for Granny and me," he continued; "but s'pose
Granny should ask me where I got the money to buy her


a shawl, and why I didn't tell her about the job that
earned me so much money to spare, and all that ?"
He leaned over more heavily on the box and gave
the matter more serious thought, and in a twinkling came
another thought. I wonder if mother is seeing .me now?
God is, anyway, and he's been so good to me lately too!
Anyhow, he knows it a' n't only for myself that I want to
do this business, but for Granny; and he would like me
to be kind to her all I can."
But not by wrong-doing," replied conscience, and
Jerry was forced to agree. And back went the seal again,
hidden in that pocket that could tell no tales, while Jerry
once more stood and pondered how he could compromise
matters between right and wrong.
Just at that time a gentleman passed, paused for a
look at Jerry's papers, and called for the Evening Mail."
"You look down in the mouth, my boy," said he
kindly, as Jerry made change for the dime he had handed
out. What's the trouble ?"
Nothing, sir," was the doleful reply, which con-
vinced the questioner that there was something.
Empty pockets, no doubt," he thought with kind
sympathy. Keep the change, my lad," he said. You 've
an empty pocket, I guess, and that's the cause of that
sober face. Trade is n't very brisk at this hour, is it ?"
Jerry flushed hotly. "An empty pocket!" Oh no, not
while it was full of a temptation to which he wanted
to yield, but yet would not after all; for, obeying an im-


pulse, he told the gentleman, whose kind manner and tone
had touched the little heart in the right spot, all the story
of his strong temptation and the cause of it, and added
that if the gentleman would please pay to have it adver-
tised, he, Jerry, would work out in an errand or job of
any kind all it cost for the advertisement.

The gentleman, as fortune had it, was an editor, and
greatly touched by Jerry's account, he readily agreed to
publish an advertisement for which there would be no


tax upon the little finder of the seal. And now give me
your address," asked the editor, and your name, my brave
little fellow."
"Oh, sir, I haven't got any address only a cellar, but
I've got a dear old Granny friend who can always tell me
if I 'm wanted," and Jerry gave Granny's name and numf
ber. "I a' n't very far from her, sir, and my name's Jerry
Jackson," he added cheerfully, for now that the load was
off his mind and the seal out of -his pocket, the boy felt
wonderfully happy, notwithstanding he would have very
few pennies to turn over to the owner of his stock in
Granny, of course, heard a full and honest account of
all that had passed, when she and Jerry were alone to-
gether that evening, and very loving was the kiss she
placed on his forehead after he had finished the story.
For the loving wish in your heart for Granny, even
though that wish was planted right in the middle of a
big wrong desire, I thank you, laddie," she said, but -I
love you best of all because the right triumphed over the
wrong and you were brave and true."
"Tough work though, Granny," exclaimed the boy,
"the toughest old job I ever did, I tell you! But I'm
gladder than if I'd had a hundred dollars for that old
seal! A'n't I though! Hi!"
A couple of days after that as Granny sat alone in
her room, drinking her noonday cup of tea and enjoying
'and being grateful over the scant slices of bread and


butter which she had prepared, there came a knock at the
Bless me!" ejaculated Granny, her hand instinctive-
ly going up to see if the plain white cap was on straight,
," that does n't sound a bit like Jerry's knock. Who can it
The knock was repeated; not a boisterous rat-tat
such as Jerry was wont to sound, but a quiet, gentlemanly
sort of affair which Granny knew to come from a strange
pair of knuckles..
Come in," said she, setting the cup down and turn-
ing her expectant eyes towards the door.
It opened in response to her bidding and a gentle-
man and a little girl stepped in.
S Granny arose and made a little old-fashioned curtsey,
as the child spoke out abruptly,
"Are you Jerry's Granny?"
The gentleman laid a kind hand on the little girl's
mouth. Lilla, my dear, do n't be so impetuous," he said;
'then turning to the old woman, who was expressing her
astonishment in every feature of her rugged Scotch face,
he continued,
I beg pardon, but I was told by a young boy who
returned a dog to my little niece here a short time since,
that I could get word to him at any time by applying to
a Mrs. McGregor, and he gave me this address," showing
her a card upon which the address had been taken down
;by him.


Surely, sir," replied Granny, looking over her spec-
tacles into the kindly face before her, surely you are in
the right place and I am Mrs. McGregor-' Jerry's Gran-
ny,' as the little lady asked me. Jerry is my laddie by
the good-will we bear each other, but I'm sorry to say,
sir, that we are no real kin to one another, though I
would be proud to own him as a son, if I could, I '11 say
that for the lad Jerry. Were you wanting the boy, sir ?"
I was interested in him the day he brought back
the dog, and we had quite a little talk. by the roadside
where I met him as he was coming from the house and
I was riding towards it. He told me about his life and
his anxiety to get plenty of work to do, and I thought he
seemed an honest, bright little chap who deserved en-
couragement. My little niece took a liking to him, and
so we came together to see you about him, and in case I
should hear of a good place in a store or an office where
a boy of his size could be useful, I would perhaps be able
to give him a lift, you see."
Granny lifted her hands for thankfulness. Oh, sir,"
she replied, "surely you had only to look into the bonnie
brown eyes of that lad to see that he's good and true
and honest. Why, the very first time I met Jerry he did
a kind-hearted thing for me, only an old woman, who was
more used to being jeered by the boys around her than to
receive civility from them." And then Granny went on
with great satisfaction to relate her first meeting with
Jerry. And she did not stop there; she told more about


him and of his kindness to her and how he tried to earn
enough to get away and out of the kind of life he was
now obliged to live.
And the gentleman listened with interest to all she
told, and not only that, but his eyes took in Granny's own
surroundings, her evident lonely life, and her own honest,
satisfactory appearance and manners, though she heeded
nothing save that the gentleman was comprehending
kindly every word she said in her boy's praise.
While they were talking, Jerry himself came running
up the dark tenement stairs and knocked in his usual
hearty way at Granny's door.
There's the boy now, sir," said she with a glad
smile, and as Jerry came gayly in the visitors laughed at
his confused look and wide-open eyes when he first saw
We came to see your Granny and you!" cried the
little girl brightly. You know Uncle Ned told you
maybe he would come some day."
Jerry was so unused to company of this "A No. "
sort that he hardly knew how to act or what to say, and
for a moment or so felt all legs and arms, with a helpless
desire to hide away somewhere. But that was only for a
moment or two, then he was himself again-frank and
manly and able to meet his visitors' eyes steadily and
with a smile of welcome for both gentleman and little
A few moments' pleasant talk followed as the gentle-


man repeated what he had told Granny about giving
Jerry a lift when he could, and Jerry was grateful and
happy in proportion.
"The dog hasn't run away again, I s'pose, sir?" he
presently asked.
Oh, no, no indeed! my little man," was the reply.
"By-the-by, could you take a run up there with a note
for me between now and tea-time ?"
Guess I could, sir, if I put wings on my feet."
The gentleman turned to Lilla. Then, dear, you
and I will go over to Brooklyn, while we are out on a
half-holiday, and see auntie, and mamma wont expect us
and wait tea."
The note was scribbled hastily on a leaf from Uncle
Ned's note-book and folded and addressed, and in less
than five minutes more Granny was at liberty to finish
her tea, while Jerry was scudding out to the country road
as fast as he could go, with fifty cents in two bright quar-
ters jingling musically together in his pockets,for Uncle
Ned had paid his messenger in advance.
Round to the kitchen doorway, when erelong he
had reached his destination, ran Jerry, in haste to deliver
his message and return to talk over all this exciting piece
of business with Granny. Alas! "much haste, less speed,"
is a very true old saying, and the boy proved its truth
A demure puss sat full of contentment and purr
upon one of the steps leading up to the kitchen door.


- ''li

Jerry did not observe her in time and came near stepping
on her. Fortunately for her, and quite the reverse for
Jerry, she rose, and that caused him to spring aside in
such a way that a fall and a sharp pain in his foot made
him cry out a little. A maid opened the door at the cry,
and there sat poor Jerry, his leg. doubled under him and
his face a mass of pucker. He held up the note however,
and said with an effort to rise,

I '-"
)111111: 1


The little girl's Uncle Ned told me to bring it, and
I fell on the steps, and I can't somehow get up, it hurts
so. Please excuse me for sitting still just a minute."
"Dear me!" exclaimed the maid, "you poor little
scalawag! Yes, indeed, you sit right still till I call the
mistress." And taking the note offered her, she hastened
to call Lilla's mother, whose name was Mrs. Manning.
Well, she came as quickly as she could, and felt very
sorry for the little chap, whose face was a mass of pucker
from the pain he was trying to bear very manfully. He
was lifted up and helped to the lounge in the sitting-
room, for despite his poor and not over-clean clothing,
Mrs. Manning felt sure that he was a great deal better
than his clothes, and at all events he was a stranger who
needed help and sympathy; and she had taken a liking to
him before, when she pinned the five dollars in his pocket,
you remember.
So she was very tender with him now, and bathed
the soiled and swollen little foot with a liniment which
would be sure to help him out of his scrape very quickly.
Jerry hated to give trouble to anybody, most of all
to a strange lady who seemed so far above him and his
kind old Granny, but all he could do was to ask her to
" please excuse him," and then lie as quietly as he could,
while inwardly fretting to get up and run home and
talk over all these strange new happenings with his old
Very fortunate it was for Jerry that the injury did


not prove a sprain or twisted ankle or anything more
serious than an hour or two of rest could cure. But as it
was, and after he had enjoyed the nice and most unusual
supper which Mrs. Manning kindly sent to him from her
table, he found the swelling quite reduced and the pain
in his foot almost a thing of the past, so that after thank-
ing the lady for her attentions he was able to take his
homeward way and meditate upon all the pleasant things
which had happened since he fought with that temptation
which had almost triumphed over him and his peace of
"When I took that dog home I did n't s'pose I was
going to make two nice friends out of 'big bugs' like
Miss Lilla and her uncle Ned," he said to himself, "and
yet, somehow, I did without knowing it; and now they've
been to see Granny, and they have talked kindly to her-
I 'd most hate 'em if they did n't like her !-and then, first
thing I knew, I was doing a fifty-cent job and got paid
beforehand too. Oh, I guess Granny and I'11 get along
firstrate by-and-by."
He whistled merrily along the way and felt very
grateful and happy in his little heart as he neared home
at last, and ran up to say a few words to Granny, who
was waiting and wondering over his long delay.
Jerry was sitting on an empty barrel before a gro-
cery-store the next morning, hoping that he would get an
errand of some kind to do, either for the grocer, who was
sometimes short of help, or for a passer-by.


Presently Granny came along, with her last batch of
stockings and hose neatly wrapped up for delivery at the
store. Seeing Jerry, she stopped and looked pleased.
"There's a note on my table, laddie," said she; "it
came to me by a boy a while ago, and tells me to send
you to a newspaper office as soon as possible. It must
be the place where the seal was advertised, and like as
not you're wanted about that. Oh, my lad, I do hope it's
nothing wrong for you," she continued anxiously.
Jerry looked a little troubled also, but he replied,
slipping from the barrel and ready to start at once to
the office, the address of which Granny remembered and
gave him now, I have n't done anything, Granny, to be
scolded about, and so I guess maybe the man that owns
the seal is just going to give me a 'Thank you,' and per-
haps-who knows ?--perhaps a quarter in the bargain."
Granny seemed relieved at that idea, and went on to
deliver her socks, while Jerry, hitching his trousers up a
little more snugly and giving his hair a touch or two
with the little comb always at hand in his pocket, looked
ruefully at a pair of not over-white hands, and made up
his mind to stop at the first public hydrant he passed
and wash them as well as he could, so as to present a nice
appearance before the editor, or whomever he might be
called on to meet at the office.
A little later he had climbed several flights of stairs
and stood at last before a door which bore the sign,
" Editorial Office of the Evening Mail.'"


Come in," called a voice at Jerry's knock, and with
his heart in his throat and his eyes full of a vague appre-
hension, the boy advanced and asked,
Did you want me, sir?"
There were three gentlemen present, and Jerry had
seen them each before. One was the bluff old man whom
Jerry had dubbed "a duffer," and who had refused to
" swallow the papers," on that remarkable day when the
seal was found. Another was Uncle Ned," and Jerry
had a vague wonder as to what had brought him there,
and at the same time a safe feeling that "that man
would n't let him be blamed for anything, anyhow." The
third gentleman was, of course, the editor, who had told
the others of his chance encounter with Jerry and the
result. Uncle Ned had nodded his head with an "I
thought he was just that style of-chap" air, and the "old
duffer" had hemmed and hawed considerably, and finally
blurted out a desire to speak to the boy himself. The
office-boy had therefore been sent to Granny's room, as
that was the address Jerry had given the editor, and as
we have seen, Granny had been fortunate enough to come
across and deliver to Jerry the contents of the note the
kindly editor had sent. So now here was Jerry before all
three, a little ragged street-arab awaiting he did n't know
what, but hoping much that might be good, "for Granny's
My boy," said the editor kindly, the owner of the
seal you found has only recently seen the advertisement,


though I printed it as soon as I left you. Have you for-
gotten about it during these few days since ?"
Not the finding part, sir," replied Jerry, but I for-
got to think about whether it got to its owner, because,
you see, I 've had lots of things to do since, and I 've had
a nice thing happen, too: that gentleman came to see me
and Granny," turning his gaze upon Uncle Ned, and in-
dicating with a slight gesture to whom he was alluding.
Then up stepped, the old gentleman. Do you re-
member me, boy?" he asked, and Jerry, instinctively mov-
ing nearer Uncle Ned, replied frankly,
"Yes, I do. You 're the gentleman who 'most
snapped off my head when I only just asked you to buy
a paper. Oh yes, sir, I remember you."
A smile hovered about the stern mouth of the man
into whose eyes Jerry was gazing bravely.
"Ho! no doubt you called me names behind my
back," he said, still smiling, although trying to speak
Jerry looked startled and twirled his hat nervously.
Never mind," went on the old man. I was cross,
I know, and you were only doing your duty. But, you
see, my boy, I had lost this seal-"
Jerry looked up quickly. "Was it yours, sir? I
guessed it might be-"
And you hoped it was, did n't you, so as I would
be served right for scolding you ?" questioned the gentle-
man quizzically.


Jerry was taken quite aback, and for a second of
time nonplussed for an answer; but presently he lifted
his brown eyes, and catching the smile on the face before
him, replied,
Well, if you'd been only a street-boy like me, you'd
have done the very same thing if a man had come along
and blown you up for nothing."
All three gentlemen laughed, and Jerry felt at ease
at once, feeling sure now that he had nothing to fear
from this meeting.
The .gentleman went on to say that he had lost the
seal a short time before, and was retracing his steps hur-
riedly to where he fancied he might have dropped it (a
place much beyond where it actually lay, after all), and
that his temper being ruffled considerably he had been
in no mood for interruption such as Jerry had uncon-
sciously offered him, and he had been ashamed of himself
a moment later for his blustering language.
Then he further explained that being called out of
town for a day and night, he had failed to see the adver-
tisement, and only the night before, when he chanced to
pick up a paper lying with others on the table in his house
in Brooklyn, he had come across the notice of the lost
seal and recognized it as his by the description, and so-
Here Jerry's impatience to ask a question caused
him to interrupt.
But how came he-" pointing to Uncle Ned.
"How came I here?" answered the gentleman.


"Why, I happened to be spending that evening with the
owner of the seal, whose wife is Lilla's auntie. Don't
you know I sent you home with the note because Lilla
and I decided to go over to Brooklyn last evening? And
I agreed to meet him here this morning without an idea
that the finder of the seal would prove to be the same
little chap who found for Lilla her lost dog. It is simply
a chain of circumstances, my boy, and I am glad to know
that you will again be benefited by a favorable turn of
"Granny would say it was all a 'clear leading of
Providence,' replied Jerry earnestly. She always calls
everything good that happens 'a leading of Providence,
and I know enough to know that there can't anything
happen without God means it to."
He was waxing eager and earnest as he spoke, and
his eyes were shining from his excitement, while the brim
of his much-worn hat was being nearly reduced to a
thing of no use as his restless fingers pulled at the feeble
stitches which held that brim in place.
"Well, well, time presses!" exclaimed the old man,
who had fastened his seal in its place on his heavy
fob-chain and now held out to Jerry a crisp five-dollar
Oh, that's too much, sir !" said the astonished boy.
" It was n't any trouble to find the seal, like hunting for
the dog, you know."
"Tut, tut, boy," was the answer. Part of it will

pay for damages to your wounded feelings the other day,
you know, and the rest you can consider sets a seal on
our future good feeling for each other, eh, Jerry?"
The boy was speechless with surprise and gratifica-
tion, and could only nod a smiling answer, while his
thanks were plain enough to be read in his brown, honest
He moved towards the door, his thoughts, as usual,
flying to Granny, who would enjoy all this with him,
but Uncle Ned cried out,
Wait, Jerry, there's one thing more I want you to
do for me. Bring that fiddle of yours, which I saw in
Granny's room the other day, and which she told me was
alive with music when you touched it, to this place to-
morrow morning, and there's a vacant room at hand
where you can play me a tune, if you will."
"All right, sir," said the boy, wondering why he
couldn't play to the gentleman in Granny's room, and
thinking it, anyhow, rather a strange request. Then he
said good-by civilly to the three gentlemen, and was off
like a ball from a cannon almost before the editor had fin-
ished the sentence.
"A nice, honest boy that! Pity he can't be lifted
out of the life he has to lead. There's the making of a
man in that little fellow; he comes, I should judge, of
good stock originally."
"Yes," replied the old gentleman, "no doubt, no
doubt: but ah me! The world is full of upside-downs

and downside-ups, more's the pity. Come, Manning, I've
a class at two o'clock; time I was getting on."
So they left the editor to attend to his duties at last,
and as they walked on, Uncle Ned broached a thought to
his companion which had suddenly sprung up in his heart
and grown to be an actual desire.

With his violin under his arm, and plenty of sunshine
in his heart, Jerry started the next morning to present
himself before Mr. Manning.
He's been kind to me, and I'll play my best," was
the boy's thought; "but it seems's if I could have done a
lot better if he'd only have come to Granny's room and
listened to me. Well, I can buy a new fiddle some day, if
I only keep on at five-dollar jobs. My! but I've been
a lucky boy lately, instead of the unluckiest fellow that
ever was, as I thought myself the day I lost the parrot-
dollar: and that man in the store would n't even give
a little fellow half the dollar, when I tried and tried to
earn the whole! He was n't the kind of man that Mr.
Manning is! it's easy for any one to see that! Mr. Man-
ning would be kind to a chap even if he wasn't a rich
gentleman, but only kept a bird-store. Oh, I do hope he'll
keep on giving me errands."
While all these thoughts were running through Jer-
ry's mind, and a great many more beside, he was rapidly
approaching the building at the top of which was the edi-
torial office where Mr. Manning was waiting for him.


Now there was something that Jerry did n't know,
and that would have made him still more anxious to
" play his best," had he guessed it.
With Uncle Ned was the grouty old man we have
seen before, and at the time Jerry was drawing near the
place of appointment, on this bright, sunny morning
which was to open the promise of a fair, bright day of life
for Jerry, this same old gentleman was saying to Uncle Ned,
"Well, well, I shall soon be able to judge of the
fellow's capabilities, and if he holds in that ragged little
body of his half the talent which that old woman made
you believe he possessed, why, then, Manning, I '1 do my
best with him, you shall see."
And as Jerry's timid knock was heard just then, the
old man stepped behind a screen, where he remained until
Uncle Ned and the boy had presently entered an adjoining
and unoccupied office. Then he stepped from the hiding-
place and took a position as close to the door, which had
purposely been left ajar, as he could get his stout frame

Well, Jerry played away on his "fiddle," thinking
Mr. Manning remarkably kind to be so interested, and
doing as he had decided to do-his very best. He played
jigs and lively tunes at first, because, you see, he had had
more practice with that style of music. But pretty soon
he stopped, and said to his companion and excellent lis-


I can play a sober tune, sir, that Granny likes best of
all. I like it too; but, you see, the boys do n't, 'cause they
can't do the breakdowns' by it. Would you like to hear
Uncle Ned nodded a yes and cast a furtive glance
towards the door. He felt pretty sure that his friend on
the other side of that door was as pleased as he was with
the real talent Jerry was showing himself to possess, and
was anxious to betray the plot to the boy, who had not
observed the glance, and was busily engaged in tuning the.
violin a little more to the correct pitch.
Now I'11 play it, sir." Very carefully and with
much expression was the good old Scotch song of Annie
Laurie" played on that poor old-time and much-abused
little fiddle of Jerry's. Lack of rosin made the bow and
the strings out of sorts with each other at times, as had
been the case all through the performance; but what of
that! The talent, the capability to learn how to do better
work, and the natural love of music which filled the street-
boy's little soul, were all that Uncle Ned and the unseen
listener cared for just then, and when presently the con-
cert" was over, and Jerry and his friend returned to the
outer office, the pretty little plot into which Mr. Manning
had betrayed Granny's laddie was then and there con-
fessed, much to Jerry's amazement and his unbounded
delight. He could hardly believe the news that Prof.
Georges was going to take him into his family for a while,
where he had several other pupils, placed there by their


guardians or parents for the purpose of music and violin
study, and actually teach him-teach him, only a street
arab, only little jerry, who was used to roaming the streets
for odd jobs so as to be able to eat, drink, sleep, and keep
alive-how to play correctly on the violin, and to read the
music he would play! And who was paying for all this?
Ah, little Jerry knew before many minutes that it was all
a plan of that dear kind Uncle Ned of Lilla's, and his
heart was so full, he could not help it, but he really had to
cry for very joy.
"Why-why-Mr. Manning, sir," he stammered, it
does seem as if there were fairies flying about, listening to
a fellow's wishes when he supposes 'em to be secrets. Oh
what'll Granny say! She'll be so glad." Then on a sud-
den he grew sober. Granny will miss me! I'm afraid
the other fellows will tease her if I go so far from her.
Oh do you think I ought to, sir?" He lifted his brown
eyes to Mr. Manning's face wistfully.
Oh I '11 take care of Granny, old man," was the
reply. "You scud home now and tell her the news, only
do n't burst with your joy and spoil all the fun."

Two weeks later found Granny McGregor's room
empty and a sign "To let on the door. Jerry's "bunk"
in the cellar was occupied by another boy, and one of a
vastly different stamp also. The streets that knew him, in
that immediate neighborhood, knew him no more. His
days of street-arabism were over. He was no longer a


robber." Well, then, where were he and the old woman he
loved so dearly? She was in Mrs. Manning's well-fur-
nished and happy home,
"Now don't cry, Granny, dear old kind Grannyl


Do n't cry one single tear. I can come often of an evening
to see you, for Mrs. Manning says so; and just think how
happy I '11 be to know that 'stead of living on in that old
place where it was lonesome for you, you are being Mrs.
Manning's housekeeper in this beautiful house, and
having a regular money job of it too! Look up, Granny!
A' n't you glad you're here and I'm going to be there ?"
Ah, yes, laddie, glad, glad, glad! and I 'm crying as
much for the gladness as for the sadness of parting with
your bonnie self, my lad."
Granny lifted her head from the apron-folds in which
she had been hiding her tear-stained face, and wiped
her eyes. I 'm sure," she continued, the ways of Provi-
dence are wonderful indeed! My old head whirls when I
think of all the dear blessed, loving Father has been doing
for you and me, though we have seemed to wait a long
time for it all. But you see, laddie, after all, the Lord
knows best when we are right and ready to receive these
new blessings, and we ought to know that if he does n't
do right away all we want him to, there's sure to be a
wise, good reason for the waiting. There, do n't mind my
crying, boy. I was just overcome by the whole matter of
good fortune that has come to us who were so poor and
friendless. Oh, laddie, are you very thankful?" she ques-
tioned anxiously.
Well, Granny," answered the boy seriously, I
should think I ought to be! And if Jesus can see right
into our hearts, as you say, and as mother was always


telling me to remember, why, then, he knows well enough
I'm just the thankfullest fellow he ever made! And that's
Sthe only way I know how to answer you, no matter if you
asked me that question a hundred times more."
"Ah well, that's a good, true answer, laddie. You'd
never say that unless it was truth, and I'll not fret you
with my worries, dearie. Now I'll go up and see if Mrs.
Manning needs me. Ah well, ah well, who ever would
have thought that I should come to be housekeeper in
this fine house !"
"Lilla's Uncle Ned told me he would look out for
you; and even if Mrs. Manning had n'-t taken sick, so's
you could come and take care of the house, I'm sure he
would have fixed you comfortable somehow or other," was
Jerry's confident reply; and he went over to where Carlo
was lying on the rug, and snuggled down beside the big
black dog, while Granny went up stairs.
"You dear old fellow!" said Jerry, fondling Carlo's
head. "If it had n't been for you, you nice old runaway
you, I should never have had all this nice time for Gran-
ny and me. Oh I'm so glad you got lost, and that I
found you! And now here I am, all dressed in real store-
clothes, and going to have such a nice time with my vio-
Just then Uncle Ned opened the door. "I hope I
do n't intrude," he said laughingly, as Jerry sprang up.
"Oh no, sir," laughed Jerry back again; "we were
only saying nice things of you."


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But little more remains to be told of Jerry here,
though some day you may meet with just such a lad, and
know him to be a veritable Jerry, who has emerged from
the shadows and come out under a sunshiny sky, ready
to give a helping hand to others over whom there may
to give a helping hand to others over whom there may


be yet lingering clouds of sorrow and trouble, as a help-
ing hand" was given to him, and never forgetting that
" God knows and God loves" is the safest motto that
can be carried in one's heart. For believing that, come
sorrow or joy, fortune or misfortune, there will never be
a place for absolute despair in the heart, and there will
always be a triumph over temptation to do wrong.

To return now to the close of our story. Granny and
Jerry parted with each other the very next day, and he
carried with him a note to the professor which read as
"DEAR PROF. The boy grows nearer to me every
day. He will attract you the same way, I am sure. So
do your best, as you agreed to. Also, let the little chap go
to school regularly. He deserves to be lifted out of the
well of ignorance into which he has been forced, and I am
convinced he will come out the large end of the horn be-
fore we realize it. Draw on me for all you want. I love
the boy, and I'll give him the care I should have
bestowed upon my little brother had he lived. I 've
promised that he shall spend every other Sunday with us,
and you '11 give him a half-day now and then to come over
and see his Granny. Faithful old soul! My sister-in-law
says she does n't see how she ever got along without just
such a steady person to superintend this big house and
lift some of its care off her shoulders. Do you know, I 'm
going to miss that scamp Jerry more than I like to think!


He's been here a week now, and we all are ready to spoil
him. Well, he has come now to tell me he is ready to
start for Brooklyn, so good-by. Yours, NED."
A year went by very quickly to Jerry, and much was


accomplished in that year too. The boy's aptness, both
for the study of music and his school education, his
teachers declared to be surprising.
The gruff old professor, as Uncle Ned had predicted,
had learned to love the boy "as though he had owned
him," he was wont to say, and it had been indeed a happy
year for our little boy. He was hardly able, even yet, to
realize that he had come out of the old life so completely,
and begun a new one which seemed all full of sunshine
and promise, as well for Granny as for himself. But it
was all really true; every day of the three hundred and
sixty-five proved tzat; and when he went "home," as he
called it, for a little visit to the Manning place before he
began his second year of study with the professor, he
was full to the brim with joy. Granny was well, every-
body was well, and Uncle Ned was the same kind friend
and elder brother that he had promised to be to "Gran-
ny's laddie;" and both he and Granny, as well as Lilla
and her mother, were anticipating "great things for the
boy when the pupil concert," which the professor intend-
ed giving, should come off, as was expected, very shortly.
Perhaps Jerry was not so confident of his powers as
they, but he felt that in order not to disappoint these kind
friends he must work very hard over his music; and he
intended, as he had confided to Granny very secretly, to
earn enough with his violin some day to make him able
for self-respect's sake to return to Uncle Ned every cent
that his education cost.


Well, the evening of the concert arrived at last. The
large parlor was crowded with friends of the professor
and his pupils. Wonderful was the progress of these
pupils, said the listeners, since the last concert was given,
and very proud was the old master himself, as he
watched his boys and listened to the execution of diffi-
cult music which he had taught their young fingers to
One by one the little musicians performed, and
went proudly back to their seats amid loud applause,
and then stepped forward a little lad with beautiful
brown eyes and a bright face all full of smiles and eager-
"Ah, my laddie! my laddie!" softly exclaimed a voice
in the audience.
"Sh! Granny," whispered Lilla; people are looking
at you !"
"Sure enough," was the reply, "but, dearie, the sight
of the bonnie boy made me forget I was not alone with
And Jerry had heard the soft cry, too, as he stood
with his bow in his hand, waiting the professor's signal.
He had heard it plainly, for Granny's seat was not far from
him; and with the determination to do his best-always
Jerry's effort, you remember-he began to play, and such
playing as placed his skill far above that of his fellow-
pupils. When he finished there were cries of Well
done," hand-clappings, and an encore which raised the


old professor to the "seventh heaven" of delight and
"Go on, lad, go on," he whispered to the blushing
boy, who was embarrassed by all this demonstration.
"Go on: play anything you like."
"Then," thought the boy, "I shall play for Granny
now," and stepping before the audience once more, he sent
the dearly-loved notes of "Annie Laurie" floating sweetly
and tenderly throughout the room, his brown eyes meet-
ing the tear-wet eyes of his Granny as she listened and
smiled her thanks to her boy.
It was all "a grand triumph," as the professor said,
for Jerry; and thus we will leave him, standing flushed
and happy in answer to still another encore, and with a
pride in his heart which was not born of vanity, but of
love for the kind and dear friends through whom all this
had come about.
Yes," he said to himself, I can be proud of myself,
because mother would be proud of me if she could only
see me now, safe out of shadow and in broad sunshine;
and Granny is proud of me, and dear Uncle Ned and all
my people are proud of me. And I am proud that the
dear Lord in heaven thought I was worth all the kind
friends he gave me, and who helped me to be what I am;
and if he will keep on helping me, I '11 try my best to be
better and better in every way a fellow can."
Begin, lad !" whispered the professor just then.
"One more piece, Jerry. Oh, my child, this is a grand

triumph for you and for the old duffer,' eh, lad ?" Every-
body wondered what made Jerry's face hold such a mis-
chievous smile just then, but we know what the boy was
thinking of, and all the while he played his third piece
his thoughts were away back upon a newsboy and a lost

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