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Show ll"SIHIPMl." You wouldn't expect to find a story so Catholic in a secular journal, but well, great big New York has a great big Irish Catholic heart. Here's the Herald's story of little Tim Foley and the Silent Partner: Things are going by sixes and sevens in the Foley News Emporium. The customers were also leaving by sixes and sevens. They said that it was all very ell and they were sorry that Mr. Foley was in the hospital with a brokerr leg, yet at the same time they must have their papers every morning. The emporium was called a hole in the wall because the store which Mr. Foley had was only ten feet wide. Mr. Timothy Foley broke his leg by falling on the icy pavement, and an hour later he was in the hospital. The emporium was left in charge of Mrs. Foley and her young son William, who was 8 years old. The boy had helped deliver papers, but now that his father was in the hospital he found that he could not get the dailies to every house in time for breakfast. The banker who lived in the big house, and the dry goods merchant who had a home on Riverside drive, and the diamond dealer deal-er who went early every morning to Maiden lane said that they really must have their papers on time, and as there were several mornings when they had to go to the elevated train without any thev told another nevv doalpr tn Virino- them. The trade of the Foley emporium empo-rium was becoming less every day, and when things were at their worst the landlord came for his rent. "1'ou owe two months' rent," said Mr. Briggs. "Yes, but although we are a little slow, you will get it very soon, for within two weeks Timothy will be out again, and with his hand at the helm we will steer the old way." "Enough of such talk," growled Mr. Biggs. "I am a man of business, and unless you pay you will have to get out, that's all." William Foley, when the landlord had gone, took his hat down from the peg and said that he would be back in an hour. He boarded a street car and went down town to where the big cathedral raised its twin spires. Back of the church was a house of marble. The boy rang the bell, and John, who had been the butler for many years, opened the door. "I come to see the archbishop," said the boy, "and I want to see him at once, for it is vey important." "His grace is too busy to see you," I answered John. "You had better go to the house of the priests next door. "No. that won't do," said the boy; "it is something very special, and if the archbishop had a chance to see me " "He has it now," said a voice. "It is a matter of business," said the boy. "Come up to my study," said the archbishop, for it was he, "and we will talk it over." "Now then," asked the archbishop, when they were alone up stairs, "what can I do for you?" "It's this way," said Wrilliam. "My father has broken his leg and can't attend at-tend to his news stand. He is in the hospital, and mother and I are doing the best we can, but we can't get all the papers around on time in the morning. Some of the customers are leaving us. We are two months behind in our rent, and the landlord says that we had better bet-ter go, as he can rent his store for 510 more a month. . Now, if we could borrow bor-row the money we could pay it back after father got out, for he can make money fast when he is . able to get around." "Your father is in what hospital?" asked the archbishop. "Bellevue," replied the boy. "We will go and see him," said the archbishop. . A few minutes later the archbishop and the boy reached the hospital, where his grace had a long talk with Timothy Foley. The archbishop then went up town to the Foley News Emporium and sent for the landlord. "Mr. Biggs," said he, "I hear that you are going to turn us out of doors." Mr. Biggs looked at him in surprise. "I hope you won't do it," added the archbishop. "I am a silent partner in this news stand, and I am sorry to say that I have been so busy lately that I haven't had time to devote as much attention at-tention to it as I wished. It is two months' rent we owe, is it not?" The archbishop paid the rent and Mr. Biggs, who was so puzzled that he did not know what to say or do, gave a receipt for the money and went his way. "Now, then, about the papers," said the archbishop. "We shall have to arrange ar-range that a little better. I know one of the altar boys who will be glad to come and help you out. We must get those customers back. Let me see. Suppose Sup-pose we write a letter." The archbishop arch-bishop sat down to the desk and wrote a letter, which was afterward typewritten. type-written. Copies were sent to the houses of the customers who had quit buying papers at the emporium. This is what the archbishop wrote: A CARD TO OUR CUSTOMERS. We regret to say that owing to the fact that Mr. Timothy Foley fell on the pavement and broke his leg our delivery deliv-ery service has been much crippled. We have, however, made arrangements for increased delivery facilities during the time Mr. Foley is in the hospital, and we are also happy to announce that within two weeks he will be able to attend at-tend to business with his usual energy. In the meantime we ask our customers to be patient, and promise that we shall do everything we can to have our papers pa-pers delivered at the earliest hours possible. pos-sible. Trusting to merit a continuance of your favors, we remain, THE FOLEY NEWS EMPORIUM. The letter which the archbishop wrote caused many persons to buy their papers pa-pers again at the emporium. Mr. Biggs told everybody he knew that the archbishop arch-bishop was a friend of the Foley family, fami-ly, and the trade increased so much that when Timothy Foley came out of the hospital he could hardly believe his eyes. The archbishop was repaid and papers are now delivered to the customers cus-tomers regularly. . |