That night after supper, with trembling 
fingers, the envelope was torn open and 
found to contain too smaller ones, one 
addressed to each boy, and a short note. 
“The money enclosed is given as a reward 
for the great service you have done me,” it 
ran, “and I only hope it will bring you 
great happiness,” and was signed by Jamie’s 
uncle. 
Hastily tearing open the envelopes, each 
boy found new, crisp notes to the amount 
of $2500. Jamie wondered if his uncle had 
taken leave of his senses, but there was the 
note to explain all. 
“Oh, Jamie,” said Fred, “how can we 
ever repay your Uncle for this kindness.” 
“By making renewed efforts to serve him 
more faithfully than heretofore, said Jamie. 
I, for one, will do so, won’t you Fred?” 
“Yes, Jamie,” said Fred in words that 
spoke volumes. 
The men who were so neatly captured by 
the boys must not be forgotten. In pay¬ 
ment for their deeds, they received long 
sentences which they are now serving in 
the penitentiary. All the stolen jewelry 
was found and restored to Jamie’s uncle by 
the police, and all were happy save the 
prisoners. 
* * * * * 
Five years have passed, and the boys, 
now men. still work in the store; not 
how r ever as clerks, for the firm name is now 
Jones, Dare & Co., and both boys are part¬ 
ners. Now rich, Jamie and his parents 
occupy a handsome, new house on one of 
the principal streets of the city, and all is 
peace and sunshine. Fred, now married, 
occupies the house adjoining Jamie’s, and 
with pride tells his beautiful wife how 
Jamie and he did their first work as de¬ 
tectives. 
“My SON,” said an old negro, “now dat 
you’s outen de penitentiary, try ter keep 
out; an’ arter dis doan steal, leastwise doan 
do lack yer did befo’— steal a pair o’ boots 
wat was too big fur yessef’ an’ too little fur 
yer old daddy. Ef yer kaint pick up suthin 
dat’ll do yer some good, be hones’. 
A little girl was trying to tell her mother 
how beautifully a certain lady could trill in 
singing, and said: Oh, mamma, you ought 
to hear her gargle—she does so it sweetly.” 
Tlie Wife’s New Story. 
The story, ma’am? Why, really now, I haven’t 
much to say: 
If you had come a year ago, and then again to-day. 
No need of any word to tell, for your own eyes 
could see 
Just what the friends of Temperance have done for 
John and me. 
A year ago I hadn’t flour to make a batch of bread, 
And many a night these little ones went hungry to 
their bed; 
Just peep into the pantry, ma’am; there’s sugar, 
flour and tea;— 
That’s what the friends of Temperance have done 
for John and me. 
The pail that holds the butter he used to fill with: 
beer; 
He hasn’t spent a cent for drink for two months and: 
a year; 
He pays his debts, he’s well and strong, and kind 
as man can be;— 
That’s what the friends of Temperance have done- 
for John and me. 
He used to sneak along the streets feeling so means 
and low, 
And always felt ashamed to meet the folks he used 
to know; 
He looks the world now in the face, he steps off 
bold and free.— 
That’s what the friends of Temperance have done 
for John and me. 
Why, at the shop, the other day, when a job of 
work was done, 
The boss declared, of all his men the steadiest one 
was John; 
“I used to be the worst, my wife,” John told me, 
and says he— 
“That’s what the friends of Temperance have done 
for you and me.” 
The children were afraid of him, his coming stop¬ 
ped their play; 
Now every night, when supper’s done, and the 
table cleared away, 
The boys will frolic round his chair, the baby climb 
his knee— 
That’s what the friends of Temperance have done 
for John and me. 
Oh, yes! the sad, sad times are gone, the sorrow 
and the pain; 
The children have their father back, and I my John 
again. 
Don’t mind my crying, ma’am, indeed its just for 
joy, to see 
All that the friends of Temperance have done for 
John and me. 
And mornings when he’s gone to work, I kneel 
down and say, 
“Father in Heaven, oh, help dear John to keep his 
pledge to-day!” 
And every night, before I sleep, thank God on 
bended knee 
For what the Friends of Temperance have done for 
John and me. 
