Andrew Jackson, a gawky youth, no more prepossessing than his boyhood promised, winked hard and looked enviously at Julian.
When the latter drew from his pocket a silver watch and chain and asked Andrew to accept it for old acquaintance sake he was quite overcome and said he liked Julian “better than any feller he knew!”
“Then you forgive me for hitting you with a hoe, Andrew?” said Julian smilingly.
“I don’t care for that,” said Andrew Jackson stoutly, “and I guess you more’n got even with us that time you stayed with Dick Schmidt and father tried to thrash a tramp—thinking it was you—and got thrashed himself!”
Then Andrew Jackson fixed an admiring glance on the watch he had coveted so long.
“Boys will be boys!” said Mr. Badger with a fatherly smile. “Andrew Jackson don’t have no ill feelings.”
It was the way of the world. Julian was rich now and had plenty of friends. But he had one true friend whom money could not buy, and this was Robert Coverdale, the young fisherman of Cook’s Harbor, prosperous henceforth and happy, as he well deserved to be.
THE END
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