The great West. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1889-18??, 1889-11-15

ana one WenG IOr car 1are, Que Tor cara
mels, and the last one dropped into a
notion store for SO neat little purse
that nobody would have noticed there
was no money left to go inside.
Presently man bought some hand
kerchiefs, and went out to him in
change, finding just one fellow in his
pocket-a near relation, by the way,
one of the San Francisco branch of our
family, and just my age. The man
handed us out together for very COM
mon dinner indeed, and began to hope
we might travel together awhile, when
down I went again in change to an ex-
quisite fellow with fur collar on his
overcoat and shiny plug hat. l
noticed he seemed ashamed OF having
eaten in such cheap place, and lodged
little as he reached the street He
spent me for cigarettes, and for the first
time all day l felt like protesting.
had been in some honest hands and
done some square trading, and I do
think it was asking a good deal of me
to go an even trade for bunch of fool
killers.
But it seemed to be busy Saturday,
and l was out again in no time and
away with M an who thought I was
worth as much as a little piece of
champaigne-soaked tobacco which lay
beside me. After such judgment I
wasn't surprised to see myself spin
ming over a bar into saloon till
again, where 1 lay until a little girl
got me and carried me off in the same
hand which bore a bucket of beer,
while a pretzel filed her other hand.
She seemed such a nice child that I
hoped she might soon learn from
eminent authority that Intoxicating
drink is never sold to children in Chi
cago. 1t seemed was on a down.
ward tending course just now, for from
her home, squalid and cherries, I
went to Chinese laundry for a shirt
that should have been done up at home;
and wondered as the g-tailed leper
handled me how long it would take a
lazy. beer drinking wife to do up hard
working husband.
The Chinaman bought rice with me,
as might have been expected, and l
rolled into the till of busy cashier of
mammoth store, glad to escape any
where. The girl cashier pulled me up
| again in m mute and sent me away
| oh nd T fol int f1o
softest hand had known in years. 1t
was the hand of a mighty pretty young
woman, whose good clothes bore
faint perfume, and whose honest low
ing care in buying for some one at
| home made me wish I might know her
better. She put me into soft little
purse beside some of that awful paper
money and against one of the yellow
she got on the street car she picked
me out with pretty gloved fingers, and
! kissed them for luck before dropped
into the conductors gaping pocket.
crept well down into corner and lay
there secure from disturbance while
many of my relatives came and went,
and l could plainly see through my
prison wall that many strong young
men sat still while tired or weak women
stood up and chung to the straps, swing
ing back and forward with the changing
impulse of the cable. But the general
condition was compensated now and
then when a strapping young woman
sat down thankless in the seat yielded
to her by weary old man. At length
the whirling, jerking conduct of the
car told me we had almost reached the
nothern limits, and l began to think I
would mingle again with the nimble
nickels down town, when at the last
moment 1 went to a fat, warm-palmed
man who pressed me warmly.-Chica-
go Herald.