The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1884-07-18
He Meant Well, But He Pulled the
Wrong Strap.

The man was Acknowledged, his
cotton tunic was of aspotless white
and his long pig.tail was carefully
coiled up under his wide straw hat
as he got into an English avenue
horse Car at Fourteenth street, new
York, and eat down in the further
corner with a big basket Of Clean
clothes between his feet. Then, as
he thought CT how much nearer the
profits on that particular wash"
would bring him to the time when
he could go back to China and buy
a palace on the banks of the Yang
tee Kiang, his yellow face was
reathed with placid smiles.
At Twenty-third street lady en-
tered the car whose handsome COS
tune and moe than handsome lace
at once attracted the attention OF
her fellow passenger Especially
did the guardian of the clothes
ba ket gaze at her with undisguised
admiration, aud he kept on gaz ing
until, as Forty-secOnd street she
half rose from her seat and tried to
catch the eye Of the conductor.
But the conductor was calculating
how many fares he could manage to
avoid registering that afternoon,
and was, therefore, more than
usually blind to all around him.
But her admirer in the further end
was equal to the occa ion. SPRING.
| ing to his feet, he seized the strap
which communicates with the clock
like fare register above his head.
"Me stopia car for you, ladee"
cried ba.and straightway ne began
to pull tie strap so fast that it sent
| the registering hand around the
face OF the dial at the rate of ten
revolutions minute.
Before the conductor could catch
his breath and look into the car
seventeen extra fares had been
registered. The driver made no
signs of slowing up, so the laundry =.
man put on more steam and pulled
the strap as if he were ringing fire
bell, while he smiled and waved his
hand encouragingly at the lady
who stared at him for a moment and
then sinking back into her seat burst
into laughter,
The conductor also started after
him, but only for one brief instant
Then, as he saw the hand In the
register going aroundIthe dial as il q
Corliss engine was running it, he
gave an inarticulate howl and dash
ed into The car.
Eye son of a rat,atein' hathen,' -
he yelled, as he grasped the China
man by the back hair, "I'll tsche ye
to ring up twinty-siven fairs thst
Til have to pay for out CT me- own
pocket"
A CONFUSED com bination of white
tuuic, plgtail, wicker ba ket and
conductor swept the back platform
like a small cyclone. Then the
Chinaman found himself sitting on
dust heap in the street with the
basket damned down over his head
the clean clothes strewn around
MIN on the dirty cnbbles ones and
the conductor dancing war dance
on the rear platform as he shook his
fist at him over the back rail.
The crowd which gathered around
the fallen one extricated his head
from the basket, but he sat on the
dust heap, gazed at the wreck
around him and wept.
"Clean clio no glood-aIle same
bad as beho washeeP he eaid, as he
franticly tore his pig-tail and re-
fused to be comforted. Just then
the lady who had hastened to get
out of the car came back to him,
and after helping him to gather up
his soiled and rumpled linen into
the broken basket. put two dollar
bill and a card into his hand.
eff you will come to that address
tomorrow, I will give you all my
laundry as long as sm in the city,
she said, and left him with an angel
ic smile.
The card bore the name of lead.
ing lady at a theatre not far from
Union Squ9re.--New York Herald.