I.
On the porch of a comfortable old house, shaded by fine trees, a group of young girls were gathered around a small table, sewing.
Suddenly the harsh notes of a hand-organ came to their ears, disturbing the peaceful stillness of the summer afternoon.
Marion Johnson, who was visiting her cousins, laid aside her work and listened.
“Why, I do believe it is the very same man that came to our town a week ago,” she exclaimed. “He had with him a poor, miserable looking monkey, which he called Jocko.”
Just then they saw the organ-grinder, with the monkey perched on the, organ, coming up the village street. Seeing the girls on the porch, he turned up the walk.
“I think I shall call Aunt Kate,” remarked Marion, rising and going into the house.
Aunt Kate could always be depended upon to help any dumb creature needing a friend.
Aunt Kate’s face lost its usual look of quiet good humor, as she glanced over the porch railing and saw a tall swarthy man at the foot of the[70] steps, carelessly turning the handle of a small squeaky organ.
Keeping time to the music, a weak little monkey danced very wearily. When his steps dragged he was brought up quickly with a sharp jerking of the chain which was fastened to his collar.
A cap was held on his head by a tight rubber band which passed under the chin. His gaudy dress was heavy and warm and seemed to weigh down his tired limbs.
Now and then, when he dared, Jocko laid a tiny brown hand on the tugging chain in an effort to ease it. With an appealing look he glanced up at his master, as if trying to make him understand how painfully the collar was cutting his thin neck.
II.
Aunt Kate’s mild blue eyes almost flashed as she motioned to the organ-grinder to stop playing.
“You no lika music?” he asked brokenly, glancing up at her in some surprise.
“Yes, that is right,” she answered, speaking very slowly and distinctly.
“We do not like the music; and we do not like to see that poor monkey dance; and, above [71]
[72]all, we do not like to see you hurting his neck by pulling that chain.”
Woman, Jocko and children, organ grinder in background
The look of sullen anger which came over the man&r............