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MIKE THE MISER.
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feels to get a big slice of punching" challenged the largest of the group. "Come now, put up your dukes V
Mike was strong, but he was no match for four. He didn't mind the beating so much, but Mike had always been popular, and it was a sore trouble to feel the gang's contempt.
In the telegraph office the next day, there was still a decided coldness between the four messenger boys that formed the gang and the serious, earnest lad. Mike had his hand bandaged, from his experience of the day before. There was a conspiracy afoot among the silent four. They were still unsatisfied, and demanded further revenge. The result was a placard, bearing the words, "Mike, the Miser. Don't tip him. He don't deserve it," which they pinned on his coat as he left with a message. The policeman who had twice brought sad news to his home, and who liked the boy thorolyr said to him, smilingly, as he passed, "Say, Mike, are you going into the
sandwich business?" He pulled the sign off, and Mike thanked him.
As he turned the corner of a busy street, a nurse, with a little girl, was crossing. At that moment, an automobile, running at full speed, came whirling around the corner, and Mike's presence of mind and strong arms saved the little one just in time. The nurse thanked the boy warmly, but the little one began crying for her lost doll. Mike returned from the gutter with it, but the nurse said to the child, "Throw the thing away; see, it is all dirty; mother will scold you."
So Mike was left with a very costly doll, in a very dirty condition, on his hands. "Wouldn't cle gang guy me now?" he soliloquized, as he picked up a newspaper and concealed the identity of his prize. To the little sister it would indeed be a prize; days are long when one is in plaster, with a broken lim1..
"Mom, see wot I got !" cried Mike, as he rushed into the kitchen. Cant you wash this up for Nell? It cost
MIKE BRINGS THE DOLL HOME EOR HIS SISTER.