The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-01-13
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An Old Gentleman Who Sees Things
Twisted and Likes them that Way.

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Twisted and Likes them that Way.
From the Nc,o York Graphic.
Its queer, bard, the world that calls
itself respectable and likes to go to church,
leaves out of account the unsanctifed be-
ginnings of half the good works in the
world" said a sly-looking old gentleman in
an iron gray wig, who sat in a club window
yesterday. Now, see that young chap com
ing along. He's on his way to his stables and
he's going to take a morning canter in the
park. | know him well. He's one of us aud
he's rising man in the legal profession
He's rich-or his wife is, and it's the same
thing, for she worships the ground he walks
on. Now how do you think he came 70
marry that lady-an orphan, sir, with a
million in her own right BY taking boxing
lessons of Billy Edwards, sir.-On my word
of honor. Yes, sir, that penniless junior
clerk in a law office won charming woman
and million by trying to knock out prize
fighter.
"Odd! Well, rather! This is how it was,
One winters evening about eight O'Clock
this young fellow was walking up Broad
way after working late at his office. Before
him tripped young woman with a trim
waist and an uncommonly neat ankle. He
Judged her to be typewriter getting home
late, and SIZE was evidently nervous. just
opposite Bond street a half-drunken fellow
comes rolling out of the Grand Central cafe.
He catches a glimpse Of the pretty type
writer, and as they get under lamp-post
speaks to her. She says nothing and walks
faster. Fellow tries again--no use. Then
he puts his arm around her waist. Type
writer screams. My young pugi!ist behind
hits the fellow clip under the ear. Type.
writer scurries away. Fellow picks himself
up and talks loudly. Nobody around.
Fellow draws a sand club and breaks the
young boxers wrist, when along comes
another of Ours who knows the lawyer. He
knocks the clubber down. Then the two
pugihsts go off together.
Lawyer gets his arm bound up, and
couple of weeks later goes to dinner at
his friends with his arm in a sling. Friend
tells the story. Confusion of LAWYER. Marked
interest of beautiful heiresS opposite. She
was the typewriter She was out on a
charitable errand on Blocker street and
kept late. Tableau. Curtain rung down on
orange blossoms, bridal veil, ct cetera.
And yet" continued the Old man in
dignantly, there are men in this club who
didn't read line of the ith-Kirain fight.
Now there's poker playing. This is a
story of a lawyer too These chaps are
always arc ind somehow when the apples of
luck are dropping from the boughS of
Providence. He was a poker-pIayer and a
hard one, and losing one, and it kept him
broke all the time. One morning he was
going home after bad night of it. He had
only two-dollar bill and a dime in the
world. An old woman, whose thin silver
hair glistened in the starlight, was stagger-
ing alOng-.drunk He had been taking
considerable hlmSelf-another bad habit
and he was just priIned enough to be foolish.
He took the old wOmans arm, got her into
a cheap hotel paid for her room and break
fast, and called around next morning to
lecture her. He found she had lost all she
had by fire in her thread and needle store
and had taken to spirits TO keep up her
own. Well, he got the old girl 10 promise
to swear off, started a collection to buy her
a stock, and set her up again. There she
lived happy and sober and got very pious
til about year ago. Then one fine morn
ing she brought letter to her benefactor.
1t was from firm of San Francisco lawyers.
Her son. who had been a tough one, and
whom she thought dead, had died and left
her $4,000. The pokerist got it for her in
time and put it to her credit in a bank.
And now I'm a rich woman saws she
4 want to make will, for lisa mighty UNI
certain world we live in. And you're the
boy to do it, for leave it all TO you.
"Well, she had no other relative, and the
lawyer got somebody else to draw the
instrument, and Tn banged if he had to
wait more than week for his money! The
old woman was found dead behind her
counter one rainy afternoon"
Snow, see the logic of this. If that chap
hadn't been playing poker he wouldn't have
been out late If lie hadn't been a trife the
better for good whisky his hard common
sense would have made him pass the aged
party by on the other side. Aud yet, by
Jove! if | am out later than twelve at "a
little game with so limit my wife thinks
the gates of Hades are yawning for me.
And when l mix my tumbler just before
going to bed-well, you'd pity me if you
saw the size AMI weight of that drink
And the old gentleman settled his wig
and looked as if he knew his logic was ire
futable.