Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1890-06-03

The elevator man ia big building Is
a philosopher 10 q certain extent. That
IS. If he 2 man II ne Is q boy he cares
nothing for philosophy. but devotes him.
self ~ cigarettes aud a shrill. strident
whistle But If there is a man in charge
of the wire rope he usually embraces his
opportunity to look at his passengers, es.
pecially If his shaft is in a miscellaneous
office building. The gray beard who runs
the elevator in one Of these buildings was
questioned the other day. "Yes," he
said. Il see all sorts Of people in my car
because there are all sorts of Offices up
stairs. II a woman steps In with a
pleasant smile and an extra assortment
Of jewelry and ribbons l know she il
going up to the photographers place on
the top floor. II man with panied
expression gets aboard know that he is
going to the dentists quarters on the
fourth floor. The man who always car
ries a handkerchief in his hand is certain
to alight on the same floor and make his
way 10 the Office of the doctor who cures
eatarrh, and the pretty lady whose plu-
mage is bit soiled always gets off at the
door where the man dyes ribbons and
feathers and cleans tiuery. I've been
here 50 long that know by passengers
looks Just where he or she wants 10 get
of. Then, as the elevator struck bot
tom, he called ont -lAicago" and his
listener walked away.-Chicago Herald
The Issue Of the Day.
"PhyIlisl Darling"
There WAS Il tremor in the full, rich manly
ZONES He looked up with beseeching ewes,
N which the faint suspicion OF a tear CHS
;ened, at the fair perfect type Of all that
could be lovely in woman that stood before
him, and as he looked long, earnestly, in
tensely, his voice broke IN a trembling treble
Outside, on the brickswathed pave, could be
heard the low, dull so Of the raindrops and
the soft, plaiutve gurgle Of the organ
grinder a he gyrated the crank FOR all there
was in IL, while the merry invitation OF the
man next door TO have anozer one fore we
go home broke upon his ears with a startling
distinctness that made bis tired heal ache
"Phyllis.~
What Is il, ClarenceTr said the beautiful
girl, turning the rare and dazzling loveliness
OF her face toward his. bat there was no an
swering tremor IN her voice Have YOU
paint Perhaps porous plaster or pill
Do YOU mock me still T. he cried. sprlnging
10 his feet, while all the pent up agony that
had twisted his internal economy with gas
plier twist tortured his features into an awful
look Of despair. "Nou know how madly.
passionately, love you Il is true. you are
rich, and r.
"0Se for your last weeks board. came the
cold, calm. matter Of fact and business Ike
reply
True, alas too true. But it viii not al
ways he thus am young"-
And callow, Clipped in the maiden
Not noticing the interruption hecontinuei.
u will work, carve a name for myself, and
paste Il on each successive rung on the ladder
Of fame until wealth and position are mine
For you r.
Listen 70 me, Clareuce Coushdroppr--
there was q cold, steady glitter 10 Der eye
= asked you question last nislt-a simple
everyday question that every scho0l1oy AMI
schoolgirl In ths iand could have answered
with their ewes sEut-you starej at mo Or
blank Rmaza You remember Il, do you n0tT-
YES" be faltered, Il renembor Il wa
whether favored the league OF tee brother
hood"
and you told me-toId ne without the
shadow Of a Jest, but in dead earnest-that
you never helsr~[ the league or brotherhood
and did ---Show what they meant Is
not soTn
Clarence bowed his head. He could not
speak
And you expect me to marry you, con.
tinued the now thoroughly aroused woman
"Ioul man who confesses himself actu.
ally ignorant u the existence Of the league
or brotherhood You must think I'm a
chump.n