Mystery fiction; Sawyer, Tom (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
Well, it was a most exciting time, take it all around, and Tom got
cords of glory. The judge took the di’monds, and stood up in his
pulpit, and cleared his throat, and shoved his spectacles back on his
head, and says:
“I’ll keep them and notify the owners; and when they send for them it
will be a real pleasure to me to hand you the two thousand dollars, for
you’ve earned the money—yes, and you’ve earned the deepest and most
sincerest thanks of this community besides, for lifting a wronged and
innocent family out of ruin and shame, and saving a good and honorable
man from a felon’s death, and for exposing to infamy and the punishment
of the law a cruel and odious scoundrel and his miserable creatures!”
Well, sir, if there’d been a brass band to bust out some music, then,
it would ’a’ been just the perfectest thing I ever see, and Tom Sawyer
he said the same.
Then the sheriff he nabbed Brace Dunlap and his crowd, and by and by
next month the judge had them up for trial and jailed the whole lot.
And everybody crowded back to Uncle Silas’s little old church, and was
ever so loving and kind to him and the family and couldn’t do enough
for them; and Uncle Silas he preached them the blamedest jumbledest
idiotic sermons you ever struck, and would tangle you up so you
couldn’t find your way home in daylight; but the people never let on
but what they thought it was the clearest and brightest and elegantest
sermons that ever was; and they would set there and cry, for love and
pity; but, by George, they give me the jim-jams and the fan-tods and
caked up what brains I had, and turned them solid; but by and by they
loved the old man’s intellects back into him again, and he was as sound
in his skull as ever he was, which ain’t no flattery, I reckon. And so
the whole family was as happy as birds, and nobody could be gratefuler
and lovinger than what they was to Tom Sawyer; and the same to me,
though I hadn’t done nothing. And when the two thousand dollars come,
Tom give half of it to me, and never told anybody so, which didn’t
surprise me, because I knowed him.
[Illustration: Tom, give half of it to me.]
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