many years and was considered a faithful 
man, but Jamie had formed his opinion on 
the matter and was desirous of testing it. 
So with his uncle’s permission, and entirely 
unknown to the watchman, he made the 
store his sleeping apartment that very night. 
As most of the jewelry was well back, and 
there were a number of large boxes piled in 
the middle of the store for want of room, 
Jamie found a very convenient look-out in 
these boxes. When the hour for shutting 
up the store came around, Jamie found it 
a very easy task to get into the boxes un¬ 
observed; and when the watchman passed 
his rounds, after locking all the doors, little 
did he suspect that, for a time at least, his 
actions would be carefully watched. Jamie 
soon found that he did not go his rounds 
as often as he had stated. All through the 
long dreary night Jamie waited and watch¬ 
ed, but only once did he hear the watch¬ 
man, that about midnight. Nothing of 
importance took place that night and Jamie 
was about discouraged, not to say sleepy 
and hungry when morning came. But 
cheering words from his uncle and Fred 
kept up his spirits, and night after night 
he watched, but to no success. A week 
passed, still no burglars came and Jamie 
made up his mind to drop the case, although 
he did not want to allow that he was 
wrong. So, seizing the opportunity, Fred 
insisted upon his going at least one night 
more, promising to go with him and Jamie 
rather reluctantly consented. This night 
was Sunday, and he could not see for 
himself any use in going but simply went 
to please Fred. Together the two whiled 
away the hours as best they could but they 
passed slowly at the best. Soon however, 
both were greatly surprised to hear voices 
coming from the front of the store and in 
their direction, and they drew further into 
the boxes for concealment; nearer and near¬ 
er the voices came and the persons paused 
directly in front of the boxes, setting the 
lantern so its rays fell directly on their 
faces. There the men conversed in low 
tones which were easily distinguished by 
the boys through holes in the boxes pre¬ 
viously cut. Both boys quickly recognized 
the speakers; one was the watchman, 
whom Jamie had suspected, and the other 
was one of Mr. Jones’s clerks, named 
Jacques Dart, a young man of fast habits. 
From the conversation it was learned that 
this man assisted by the watchman, had 
robbed the store previously, and came for 
the same purpose that night. It appeared 
that the young man had gotten into debt 
a good deal, and sought to liquidate it in 
this manner. He certainly came poorly 
prepared, and evidently did not expect to 
be interrupted in his work, for aside from 
a small leather bag, in which to place the 
jewelry, he had not an article; and of this 
Jamie was glad. While both men were 
bending over a certain jewel, the watchman 
holding the lantern and his companion ex- 
aming it, Jamie hit upon a plan. Quickly 
producing from his pocket a small pistol 
which had been given him by his uncle, he 
emerged from the boxes and cautiously 
approaching the men till both were covered, 
he cried out in tones too forcible to be mis¬ 
understood: 
“One move and you die! Fold your arms 
and stand still, or this pistol may speak!” 
And turning to Fred, bade him bring a 
policeman while he stood guard over his 
prisoners. They were duly turned over to 
the police authorities and marched off to 
jail, while Jamie and Fred returned home 
in high spirits. 
“Jamie, you have done me a great favor, 
and have my heartiest thanks,” said his 
un jle the morning following. 
“But, uncle, Fred deserves as much cred¬ 
it as I,” said Jamie: “but for him I would 
not have been there last night.” 
“Very, well! return to your work now, 
but before going home to-night stop in here 
a moment, I want to see you.” 
And Jamie went back to his work with a 
light heart. All through the day he was 
the talk of the clerks and envied by all. It 
made him happy to think that he had done 
his uncle a good turn. And, after the ever- 
welcome signal to close the store for the 
night, Jamie wended his way to the office, 
little wondering what was in store for him. 
“Here, Jamie,” said his uncle, handing 
him a bulky envelope, “take this, and when 
you get home in Fred’s presence, open it. 
There is a note to explain all. Good night.” 
“Good night,” replied Jamie, too bewild¬ 
ered to say more. 
