Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1878-04-18
The Boy who Advised.
CHoRus-Hold the pledge, etc

Detroit Free Press.
The architect who plans high front
steps to a house is in league with certain
boys who have a F'large and assorted
stock' of meanness born in their natures.
Proof of this can be found any day in the
week in Detroit, and the latest was gath
cred in no later than Saturday afternoon. A
very nice young man, dressed in the mob
biest style, and sporting cane which
never cost less than 81, walked up the
high front steps of a Jefferson avenue
mansion and pulled the bell. 1t was plain
enough even to the driver of street car
that the young man had an affection for
some one in that house, and that he was
about to meet his charmer. But it wasn't
so plain to a stub-nosed boy who was
drawing picture of an Indian warrior
on the lagstones with 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 sudden
start of surprise, but he instantly realized
the vastness of the gulf separating him
and that street boy, and he did not reply.
E'Our folks don't want any clothes wiring
ers to-day, and you want to hear meI''
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.
F'I'm telling you fellow up there said
the boy. Ethat 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 youn e
man pulled the bell again.
''I'm telling you that you can't pass
yourselfon us as a grasshopper sufferer -
shouted the boy. eff you want some cold
vittles go around to the side gate!''
Four pedestrians had halted on the 9TH
er side of the street, and the young man
looked down on the boy and softly said:
''Boy, can you catch ten cents?''
FsWe don't sign no petishuns here for
National monument to the inventor of
the dish-pan!" replied the boy. ''What
Pm talking to you is that you want to go
around to the cooks door!'
The young man wished wish contain
ing Alb 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:
fHain't L been telling you that you
can't get in there! You may be the pri-
vate watchman on this block, but you
can't go around pulling front door bells
and putting on airs! If 1 have to argy
much longer I'll call the police -
''I've got fifty cents here, boy said the
young man as he turned around.
''Let's see how it looksl'' softly replied
the lad.
But the fifty cents was at home The
young man searched for it in vain, and the
boy turned to the men across the street
and called out:
''Isn't it agin the law for fellow to he
taking beeswax impression of n front
door lock in the daytime?"
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
|
Bogardus-kicker.
ooh! We kin wink at me and try to buy
me off, growled the boy, ''but these
principles of honesty were painted all
over me when was n baby, and they
can't be rubbed out nor bought up fol
wealth -
Just then young lady threw open the
door and smiled and bowed and got as far
as: E'Why, Fwed - when she discovered
he wasn't there. The fOotman was out
and she waited to ''fx up and "Fwed
had gone. She backed in and shut the
door, and the mean boy got down to finish
his Indian, muttering:
eff he couldn't raise fifty cents to re-
ward me, how'd heever manage to gil
that gal one of them cOrsets with hun
dred and ninety bones in it?''