Part 32 (2/2)

He looked at the piece of paper once more.

”Vait!” he exclaimed. ”Vos you ever haf a desire for a bicycle? Maybe dot's it. Maybe your fadder vouldn't gif you a bicycle, und you runned avay to hund Indians, und dey scalped you, und took your remembery mit 'em.”

”Oh, no, no!” exclaimed d.i.c.k, laughing in spite of himself. ”I never cared much for a bicycle. I'm sure I shouldn't have run away from home because I couldn't have one.”

”Und der Indians didn't scalp you?” asked Sam, as if still in doubt.

”No, indeed. I've got all my hair yet, even if my memory has gone back on me. I guess that must refer to some other boy. Why, of course it does. Here it says his first name is Isaac, and the description isn't at all like me.”

”Vell, dot's so,” admitted Sam, when he had read the item over again.

”I guess it must be somebodies else dan you. I'm sorry, d.i.c.k. I thought sure I hat found out who you vos.”

”I wish you had, Sam, but I'll find out some day.”

d.i.c.k sighed in regret, for the strain was beginning to tell on him.

Nevertheless he bore up well.

At the end of the week d.i.c.k was able to go out, and he felt so well that he insisted that he be allowed to sell papers.

”I don't think you're able to,” objected Jimmy.

”Oh, yes, I am. Besides, I want to earn some money. I've been quite an expense to you.”

”Crimps! I don't mean that. But that's nothing. Look what you did for me. I'm ever so much better off since I met you.”

”I am glad you think so, but you must have had to draw some of our savings out of the bank for medicine and things, and I want to put it back so we can purchase that stand before Christmas, if possible.”

”Oh, Christmas is quite a ways off. Besides, I only used about five dollars from the bank. Business has been very good lately, even with paying Frank and Sam a commission.”

Since d.i.c.k's illness Jimmy had developed quite a business talent, and as he could now read and write some, he attended to matters connected with their little bank account, putting some in and at times drawing a dollar or so out, as it was needed.

Though Jimmy insisted that d.i.c.k take a rest before beginning to sell papers, the latter would not hear of it. The next day he started out with his bundle as usual, glad to be back at business once more. He was welcomed by many of his former customers, who remembered him, and he sold a large number of papers.

”How do you feel?” asked Jimmy that night when the partners were in their room.

”Pretty good, only a little tired. My, what a lot has happened since that night I thought you were hurt!”

”I should say so. Mike and Bulldog will not bother us for quite a while, I guess,” and this proved a correct surmise, for some time later, at the trial, they were both convicted and sent to a reform school for long terms. Jimmy never recovered the money which Mike stole from him at the moving picture show nor that taken in Brooklyn.

”Yes, lots of things happened,” went on d.i.c.k, ”only I wish a little more had.”

”What do you mean?”

”I mean I wish I knew who I was.”

Jimmy said nothing. He did not like to see d.i.c.k sad, but he did not know how to help him in this matter. Would the mystery never be solved?

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