The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1878-06-06
Tue Youths Advice.

The architect who plans high from
steps to a house is in league with certain
boys who have "large and assorted
stock" Of meanness born Ia theil
natures. Proof of this can be found
any day In tie week in Detroit. a very
nice young man. dressed in the nobbiest
style and sporting a cane which never
cost less than collar, walked up the
high front steps Of Jefferson avenue
mansion and pulled the bell. 1t wa:
plain enough even to the driver of q
street caE that the young man had an
affection for some one In that house, and
that he was about TO meet his charmer
But 1t wasn't so plain to stub-nOsed
boy who was drawing a picture of an
Indian warrior on the flagstones with a
piece of indigo. He looked up, quit his
work, and, loafing along to the gate,
he called out
"Them air folks don't want any
patent toOth-paste to day!"
The nObby young man gave a sudden
start of surprise, but he instantly
realized the yastness of the gulf separat-
ing him and that street boy, and he did
not reply.
"Our folks don't want any clothes
wringers to-day, and you want to hear
mel" called the boy.
The young man heard him. Several
pedestrians also heard him, and as they
looked up, the young man wondered
why no one answered the bell.
"Pm telling you fellow up there"
said the boy, that we don't keep no
boarding house here! If you want
cheap board you must go around the
corner and three blocks straight on. Do
you propose to pay in advance?"
As no one came to the door, the young
man pulled the bell again.
"l'm telling you that you can't pass
yourself off on us as grasshopper
sufferer!" shouted the boy. "If you
want some cold vittles, go around to
the side gate!"
-Four pedestrians had halted on the
other side of the street, and the young
man looked down on the boy and softly
said
"Boy, can you catch ten centsP"
owe don't sign no petishuns here for
a national monument to the inventor of
the dishpan!" replied the boy. "What
Pm talking to you is that you want to
60 around to the cooks door,"
The young man wished a wish con-
tanning 4l3 grains fine that the builder
of those high steps had been dead for
forty years, but the door didn't open,
and the boy hung right to him, calling
out
"Hain't been telling you that you
can't get in there? You may be the
private watchman on this block, but
you can't 60 around pulling front door
bells and putting on airs! If have to
argy much longer I'll call the police 7"
"I've got half dollar here, boy ="
said the young man as he turned
around.
"Let's see how it looks!' softly re-
piled the lad.
But the half dollar was at home. The
young man searched for it in vain, and
the disguised boy turned to the men
across the street, and called out
"Isn't it agin the law for a fellow to
be taking beeswax impression of a
front-dOor lock in the day timer"
They started to come over, and the
young man hurried down the steps and
up the street. He gave the boy just one
look. 1t was look in which railroad
collisions and steamboat blOw-ups were
equally mixed and then frosted with a
Bogardus-kicker.
"Oh! ye kin wink at me and try to
buy me offn growled the boy, "but
these principles of honesty were painted
all over me when | was a baby, and
they can't be rubbed out nor bought up
for wealth !"
Just then a young lady threw open
the door and smiled and bowed and got
as far as, "Why, Fwedr when she dis
covered he wasn't there. The footman
was out, and she had waited to "fx
up" aud "Fwed" had gone. She backed
in and shut the door, and the mean boy
got down to finish his Indian mush.