(Sorry it's been sooooooo long, but I've been through all kinds of personal
crap and been kinda man hating, which makes for a bad Newsies fanfic. But
dreaming about Mush should surely pull me out of this funk!)
Race and Mush read over the newspaper headlines hastily. "Railroad strikes an' dis foreign crap ain't gonna sell me papes," Race growled.
"Hey, dere's some shit hea 'bout da stock market. We can sell down nea Wall Street," Mush offered.
"Where? What's it say?"
"It says 'Charles Duff Stock Market Scandal. But Who Is Charles Duff?" Hea, read dis," Mush pushed the paper towards Race.
Race scanned it quickly. "It looks like somebody is playin' bookie in da big game. Maybe dis guy Charles Duff has got a real good hand." A smile slowly spread across his face. "Get me a hundred and fifty papes. We's gonna sell some shit taday."
Mush smiled and headed toward the gate. It was good to see Race smile for the first time since Opie flashed the whole world. If she wasn't a girl, he woulda smashed her head in for that stunt. They lost this week's rent money over that damn match. And if Mush didn't win the next one, he was out of the finals.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Peter Gould couldn't believe it had already made headlines. He hadn't gotten any sleep since that damn Joe Pullitzer and his cronies discovered "Charles Duff." That damn Pullitzer seemed to have the biggest web of undercover officers and cohorts than anyone else on earth. He kept trying to convince himself that no one could realistically trace Duff back to Castellane or himself. Even if they could trace it back to Castellane, no one could prove that he had any part of it.
As long as he no longer used his alias, Charles Duff, he was in the clear. He had already skinned about $2 million off the top of the all the stocks that entered the New York Stock Exchange. Peter hadn't made as much as he hoped, but he still came out ahead. He always came out ahead.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Timmy and Sadie arrived at the Comte de Castellane's townhouse, it was swarming with carts and servants, all running around like ants at their hill.
"Looks like a party," Timmy commented.
Sadie took a deep breath and stepped up to the front porch. The butler immediately opened the door, for Timmy, not for her. Timmy greeted him and took the liberty of asking that Sadie's belongings be sent to his mother's home. While he and the butler discussed addresses, one of the maids came running up to Sadie and grabbed her hand.
"How are ye?" the maid asked.
"I'm just fine," Sadie answered, visibly confused since she was very much hated in that household even before her departure days before.
The maid continued, "Ye know, he sent Christian away. He sent 'im to a boarding school somewhere. Ever since that night, when, ya know…. When Christian bit him. He still has a nasty wound. Looks like the child took a chuck of his father's shoulder! There's rumors ya know…"
Sadie was surprised that the girl knew so much about what happened that night. She assumed everyone thought she was the one who bit the count. "But that poor child, they sent him away! And he is such a good boy," Sadie lamented.
"There's a party tonight. I've got ta go help! It's nice ta see you're alright!" And then she was gone around the corner.
"C'mon Sadie," Timmy said. "Your t'ings will be sent to me mum's house today. And we have a party to attend tonight." Sadie looked up at him. He smiled and held up the count's calling card, their ticket into that party.
Race and Mush read over the newspaper headlines hastily. "Railroad strikes an' dis foreign crap ain't gonna sell me papes," Race growled.
"Hey, dere's some shit hea 'bout da stock market. We can sell down nea Wall Street," Mush offered.
"Where? What's it say?"
"It says 'Charles Duff Stock Market Scandal. But Who Is Charles Duff?" Hea, read dis," Mush pushed the paper towards Race.
Race scanned it quickly. "It looks like somebody is playin' bookie in da big game. Maybe dis guy Charles Duff has got a real good hand." A smile slowly spread across his face. "Get me a hundred and fifty papes. We's gonna sell some shit taday."
Mush smiled and headed toward the gate. It was good to see Race smile for the first time since Opie flashed the whole world. If she wasn't a girl, he woulda smashed her head in for that stunt. They lost this week's rent money over that damn match. And if Mush didn't win the next one, he was out of the finals.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Peter Gould couldn't believe it had already made headlines. He hadn't gotten any sleep since that damn Joe Pullitzer and his cronies discovered "Charles Duff." That damn Pullitzer seemed to have the biggest web of undercover officers and cohorts than anyone else on earth. He kept trying to convince himself that no one could realistically trace Duff back to Castellane or himself. Even if they could trace it back to Castellane, no one could prove that he had any part of it.
As long as he no longer used his alias, Charles Duff, he was in the clear. He had already skinned about $2 million off the top of the all the stocks that entered the New York Stock Exchange. Peter hadn't made as much as he hoped, but he still came out ahead. He always came out ahead.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Timmy and Sadie arrived at the Comte de Castellane's townhouse, it was swarming with carts and servants, all running around like ants at their hill.
"Looks like a party," Timmy commented.
Sadie took a deep breath and stepped up to the front porch. The butler immediately opened the door, for Timmy, not for her. Timmy greeted him and took the liberty of asking that Sadie's belongings be sent to his mother's home. While he and the butler discussed addresses, one of the maids came running up to Sadie and grabbed her hand.
"How are ye?" the maid asked.
"I'm just fine," Sadie answered, visibly confused since she was very much hated in that household even before her departure days before.
The maid continued, "Ye know, he sent Christian away. He sent 'im to a boarding school somewhere. Ever since that night, when, ya know…. When Christian bit him. He still has a nasty wound. Looks like the child took a chuck of his father's shoulder! There's rumors ya know…"
Sadie was surprised that the girl knew so much about what happened that night. She assumed everyone thought she was the one who bit the count. "But that poor child, they sent him away! And he is such a good boy," Sadie lamented.
"There's a party tonight. I've got ta go help! It's nice ta see you're alright!" And then she was gone around the corner.
"C'mon Sadie," Timmy said. "Your t'ings will be sent to me mum's house today. And we have a party to attend tonight." Sadie looked up at him. He smiled and held up the count's calling card, their ticket into that party.