Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-03-07
A A STORY.

IN. the big ram pasture in h rear
the station was packed with unfort-
unates of all sorts and ages. There
were red shirted anil heavy booted fel-
lows from the lumber country, robust
bearded men. Who seemed disguised IL
i'll luck. There were old mel
and young ones, alike ragged and hun
CRY looking. and they crowded one and
all around the big stove as though they
never expected to see another. Among
the unkempt and i'll smelling herd
there were some striking characters
Denver Pete" "A big, muscular man,
with a face like that of Rul Sykes, aud
a voice that might be nkenod to the
rasping of a double edged file, sat in a
chair with his cap down over his eyes
and both hands pushed deep in his
trousers pockets.
He was talking abb, ut the Christ
masses he had when a boy. of a littl,
brick house he remembered way back
in Ohio state, when the door If the
tramp room opened for the enhance of
a new guest. He was a yOungster, this
newcomer. There wasn't a hair on his
face, and the clothes he wore evidenced
that he had Not been tramping il long.
The lad loOAed at the crowd around
him, and then turning to the jailer
asked if there were any beds. \ hoarse
laugh from the old timers. in which
the officers joined. told that beds were
not amor the Injuries of life in tramp
dom. The door closed. aid the DO!
found himself heir To the softest spot
he could find ON fhe floor. lie was
picking his way through the recumbent
vags to a far corner Of the place when
the voice Of Denver Pete" babe him
stop.
Come here. you
The stranger drew near. "a though
expecting some new gibe at his misfort
une.
'Wherer ye from
Il came from Hardin county, O.,
and worked in a commission louse on
Robert street until two months ago.
Then got sick. was just let u Of
the hospital and haven't any money,
so i had 10 come here.
where's your folksf'
AT Kenton, o."
Able 10 work now. amt you('
Yes; ! am going to work a. soon as
! can get something to do"
ssEver be-n trampin' before
mo, sir"
Shut up and let folks sleep. can't
your yelled a voice from across the
room.
go { o Jericho" responded the
questioner, at the same time taking
from a pocket inside his shirt a greasJ
leather wallet. He drew forth a Eve
dollar bill. crumpled and torn on the
edges, and handed it to the youngste
with the remark q.
See here, pard, ! guess you amt
used TO bummin'. There amt no beds
here-nothin' but boards. and hard
boards at that. They don't serve break
fast regular. an the place amt your
style nohow. Here's a bill. You go
out and tell the hotel keeper the lodg-
ings amt up 10 the mark. The five'll
keep you through the week, and then
ye kin look for a job"
But maybe | can't get one right
away" broke in the other.
We'll. mebbe We can't, but try. ~
mother used tort.n me there wasn't
nothin' like tryiu'. 1t didn't never do
me much good, but - take her tip
and try
'T1l pay you back "a soon
"All right" broke in the lender.
You jest address the letter Denver
Pete Police Station. St. Paul. an I'm
liable Ia get IT
The sick man thanked his deliverer
p~rofusely. shook his hand and with
drew.
Got any more jokes TO scatter,
PeteF' asked IA grizzled veteran Of the
road.
Pete got up and looked et the crowd
before him.
"Youse fellers," lac said, reckon |
done a fool job on that kid Well ]
knowed him. come from Ohio my.
self, down around Kenton. | knowed
! his sister, too. an used ter take hei
sleigh ridin' behind my old dads grays.
She wouldn't have me, of course
couldn't expect it nohow, but hain't
going to see her kid brother goin' hun.
CRY"
'Where'd yer get the fiveF asked
consunptivc looking listener.
Been savin' il for a month to cele
brate on, and with that reply Denver
Pete CURED up near the base burner fol
the night. st. Paul Globe.
A Tanned Eagle.
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