St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-10-07
A MARTYR TO CHARITY.
How One Woman Learned SymPa-
thy for Book Agents Selling
Tickets for a Fair.


Written for the Globe.
If book agents and peddlerS want
sympathy in their yOcations let them
look for it in the lady who. for a chart
table object, undertakes to sell tickets
or post bills. 1t was my unhappy lot
during the past week to assume a re-
SponSibility of this nature ana to start
out with package of lottery tickets for
the homeopathic hospital. For three
successive mornings / bad carried the
bundle OF red and yellow cards down
town, and. having aired them. returned
home without having the courage to
enter the humblest abode of man. But
on this particular day, inspired by the
bright sunshine and buOyed by expert
ence. l seized the offending tickets and
boldly began again. With the same
courage with which we seat ourselves
bravery in the deutiSt'S chair. and then
as resOlutely shut our mouths, | opened
the door of a furniture store near Seven
corners, and then stood dumbly staring
at the man. who. fortunately was busy
with a customer. By the time
my turn came. l had hidden the
tickets and stood trembling as
ne approached; though he was a beneY-
0lent-loOking person, who doubtless
knew no guile. The thought of a sew
ing chair my liege lord had promised me
rushed TO the rescue of my deliTiOus
brain, and l asked very meekly TO look
at some. Not seeing anything | wanted,
soon found myself outside the door,
with a feeling OF intense relief. and vet
those tickets felt as heavy as before.
Thinking what a coward | was to mind
n oh in lot
terry for such an object. with another
gulp of courage. / turned into
a feed store. Presenting my cards with
a please-buy-them air. | met with a po-
lite. but prompt refusal. ave have
Just PAID out so much for Prohibition
meetings we can afford nothing more"
he said, without even looking at myred
and yellow backs. With the conscious
ness that he considered me a member of
the Salvation Army, [ went out. but
without claShing my cymbais. and then
horror OF horrors! / realized that |
had already acquired the agents smile,
Tor there was queer stiffness IN
the corner OF my mouth and | could
feel the beam in my eye, the nervous.
ODSequIOuS beam that an agents eve
always casts upon his victim. Hope
IeSSly wandering down Seventh street.
mechanically Went into q clothing
store. and. having crossed the threSh-
old. stood gazing about me to see what
l could ask for. But. alas! nothing but
coats and pants met my eye. [ had TO
state my mission to the fiOur-WalkeT.
who politely showed me the desk. be-
hlnd which the manager was standing.
l don't know what [ did. Perhaps |
wept. and doubtless prayed. and proba-
bly, fell upon my knees, but the
next thing l was conscious of. he
had bought ticket, and looked at me
with kindly eyes L snail never forget.
L was overcome with gratitude and
daZed with success: one ticket was now
sod FILLED now with ambition, 1 went
from place to place with0utsueeess, and
when twilight fell, was still, like poor
10, moving on" Stung into DESPAIR.
1 finally took them back to the lady
from whom they came. and besought
her to give me job with the street.
SWeepers instead. anything but being
and looked at by men as if
You are yellOw-backed bill. pOked at
them 10 be torn up and trampled upon.
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