Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-11-16
THE BUMM Err.

! on MS dDlnJy as nreUldn anu w no - EcE-
eral orderly" in and around the city hall,
and dusts the semi-circle once a week where
the council do meet, and is also something
of wit and philosopher. One day last
week in talking about the distressingiy hard
work he had to perform, he remarked: If
the white man had left US nigSers in Africa
where we belonged, I'd hab'd nothin' to do
but loaf and eat missionaries.
An old colored auntie recently left good
family in Dallas and came to Fort Worth.
Some of her race asked her why she left so
good situation.
wall, honey, hits dis way replied
auntie, Strengthening herself up with dig
nifty; Use had occasion to take de OPP
dat dough she am mighty nice so't OBJ
woman she am perfec' kleptomaniac on
de subject OBJ cleanin' and | couldn't STAN
it, nohow.'' -
AS the hummer was passing house re-
Gently on one of the streets in the western
part of the city, the queereSt of queer
sights met his eyes. piece of crepe was
on the door to little humble-looking cot
tage, and looking through an unshuttered
window he saw the Photographic OF loved
one whose spirit had passed to the great
beyond. The coffin was stood up on one
end. so that the body inside, that OF a beau
tiful girl, was standing erect. The photo
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others to stop, and quite a crowd witnessed
this very novel sight.
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A party of theatrical people were gath
cred in an uptown restaurant few even
ings since, after the performance at Green
wallis, and just as the hummer joined the
group a story was being told bearing upon
the payment Of overdue salaries through
piece of luck. Speaking about salaries"
said the speaker. reminds me of story on
Jack Haverly. 1t was several seasons ago,
and business had been frosty for some time,
and salaries had been back three or four
weeks. When the company got into Baltl-
more Haverly ran over from New York.
Going to the treasurer he said: How much
are we back on salariesl'
About $4,000.
".How much have you got2'
I" "A bout $1,000
"'Well, give me sl000-I'll go over to the
bank and win out the boys salaries
He took the money and l went along
with him. When he got up from the faro
table he was just $500 winner. Next
morning Jack paid the company's salaries
and went back to New York.
every man has a fad said gentleman
registered from Denver at the Pickwick
few evenings since. Il have younger
brother at home whose fad it is to build
money upol it without stint. and then in
year or so take a notion of giving it up and
have another built, and so on
well, I'll tell you what has struck me
most" said another. ''lt is the large and
magnificent houses in several of our great
cities built by millionaires, and the small
amount of real comfort, or real happiness,
which they seem TO get out of them. Dick
ems, in one of his famous novels, portrays
with vivid touch the real life Of one of the
city men whose magnificent mansion was
the talk of the city. 1t has often occurred
TO me that there are many New York
millionaires whose peace of mind is no
greater than that of the character whom
Dickens sets down. Some how there seems
to hang over these stately mansions a
shadow of gloom. In the West it is the
same Some of these great mansions look
as deserted as if the man who built them
and every relative had been forgotten, and
the houses were the only reminders that
they once existed. To tell the truth, there
is too much rush, believe, over the making
money TO enjoy the supposed happiness
which it brings" -.
1t was an aged colored man, blind and
alone, cropping slowly, so very slowly,
with a cane along the crowded crossing Of
Fourth and Main reefs. AT the crossing
he stopped and listened. Heavy trucks.
ca -iages and street cars kept up a contin-
ual rumble. He looked distressed; he was
afraid to attempt to cross. A score or
more people noticed him, but a notice was
all. Several times did he put the cane care
fully out, then draw it back, and shake his
white head sadly. There was no police
man near, and people hurryiEg TO and fro.
jostled him numerically.
"Can help you acrossl"
An exquisitely gloyed hand was laid on
his faded sleeve and the sweet voice
sounded in his ear; he knew his friend was
a girl by that.
''Id be obieeged if yo' would, Missey,
tank yo."
Diamonds flashed in her tiny ears as she
guided the old man safely across the street
Many turned and cared at the pair but the
blue-eyed, daintiiy aitired young lady saw
nothing of these as she guided him on, left
him on the corner opposite, and sweetly
said good evening"" not even waiting to
hear his profuse thanks, as he stood, hat in
hand, bending low
"Dey's some angels on dis erf yet, l be-
leebs sou muttered the old negro, and he
went slowly up the street.
AS the Bummer was meandering along
North Houston street few afternoons ago,
he noticed well-known society and bust
ness man proceeding at such q rate as to
create the impression that he must have
some urgent business to attend to. The
hummer was lost in admiration of the
graceful gait, when suddenly there was q
collision with young lady, proceeding in
an opposite direction. There was a crash,
the odor of distillery penetrated the air,
and the young man stood, hat uplifted, |
murmuring apologies, and Offering such
assistance as he could in securing the arti- !
Gle that had fallen. He was surprised, as |
were others, however, to see upon the side |