Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1890-08-29
FUN IN A SHOWER.
Any Port In a Storm and Every Man For
Himself.

pour or rain, which seemed TO come al
most out of clear sky last Sunday
afternoon. says the N. Y. Tribune.
caught an unusually large number OF
gayly dressed people in Prospect park.
Brooklyn, who had been beguiled into
setting forth without umbrellas OF
"waterproofs" by the summer-like
mildness of the day. The kiosks.
pagodas, summer-houscs, and boat.
houses were soon damned full OF
sweltering crowds of moist and sorrow
full humanity, whose only satisfac.
ton seemed to be in watching the
efforts of those for whom there was no
room to keep dry under the trees and
bushes.
One poor mother shabbily dressed
herself, had two little daughters, aged
about 10, dressed eXtravagantly in
plush and ostrich feathers. Her de-
spair was pitifn,. She could find no
shelter for her chicks. But q bright
idea struck her. Dragging them be.
hind big bush she stripped of their
finery like lightning and put the clothes
under her own gown. The little girls
stood revealed in white petticoats and
cotton waists, bare-armed and low
necked, but they did not finch from the
storm. Their clothes were safe under
mothers shabby gown. When the
floods ceased they put on their I'M
damaged tinery and strutted home,
drenched and miserable underneath,
but dry and clipper on the surface.
just across the road, outside the park
gate. in full view of where this was
happening, was u bar-room sith u
wide veranda. This was quickly
sheltering all it could hold. so that
many felt it necessary to step inside
the store and thus afford more room
for others. A dapper young fellow,
who was standing with a well-dressed
girl on the veranda, spying this flank
movement, and feeling exceedingly
thirsty. said to her: Il think l will
Just step inside a momelA, Miss B,
aud see If ! can not borrow an UNI
brella from the stOre-keeper here. If
you stand close by this pillar, shall be
sure 10 find you again. Excuse me-
and he was gone. The girl looked
pleased by this little attention.
a stout old German, close beside her.
winked his eye and remarked to his
wife, loud enough for the girl to hear:
you stand right by this pillar,
Gretchen, ondil | 60 in and ged two or
dree glass beer OXcuse me'-and he
pushed into the crowd. A look of
doubt passed over the girls face as two
or three people Uttered. She bit her
lip however, and was evidently think
ing great d, Al.
This reminds me Of q biz shower
that overlook me one day in Scotland, :"
said man whose new silk hat was
ruined. The weather was bitter cold
and the rain partly froze as it fell so
that the icy slcet cut like glass. /
knocked at the door of lonely cabin
bv the wayside. and woman's voice
within asked what | wanted. Shelter,
/ shouted. Go round behind, she an
swered. there's no room liere. l
pushed at the door and it yielded a
little, just enough for me to see that a
big COW prevented the door opening
any wider. / went around behind. and
there in little pigpen, without door,
matched with straw, on the mud floor.
far below the surface of the earth. l
found an old man huddled in some
straw, wet and cold.
II squeezed in beside him, paving no
attention to his grumblings, and, after
had lighted my pipe, to the infinite
danger of setting our straw-bed on fire,
aud had filled his for him from my
pouch, began to get warm and the old
fellow thawed out Il little. How came
you in here?' asked My wife turned
me out he replied What forg /
said. One wouldn't turn dog out on
night like this TO make room for
the pigs, he said. After the storm was
over, the COW came out of the cabin,
followed by the pigs, "A dog, some hens
and big woman. How they all got
into it was n mystery to me. You
seem to think more of your animals
than of your husband / said TO her.
80 would you. she answered, III your
old man had been too sick to earn a
penny in two years. and your animals
was all YOU had to live on"
A milkman drove slowly by in his
wagon, through the storm. just as this
speaker finished his anecdote. The
covers of the cans in the wagon were
all off and the rain splashing in with
out hindrance. A good many Jokes
were cracked at the drivers expense.
''He reminds me-" said another man,
who was waiting for the sky to clear,
''of a religious but slightly daft old
milkman, who only put money into the
collection plate at church after a
rainy day. A close friend of his asked
him one day the reason of this. Il
never water my milk myself he an-
swered. but if the Lord sends the rain
down into my cans why should 1 stop
ii by clapping the covers on? know
exactly how many pints of milk l have
when start, and if find two or three
over at the end of the route on rainy
day l sell them and put the money into
the collection. It's the Lords work
and the Lords water not mine, and the
profits are his also"
An Asiatic Wonder.