Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1891-10-08
A FIRE-PROoF ALBlNO.

Loves Ends Were Shaped By Asbestos.
Skies reflected from mud puddles-
Children building churches from to-
mato cans at high noon in au alley.
Three stories up little window with
woman's face peering down in the al
leyway. She opened the window and
called to an overgrown boy playing
with the children. He answered the
summons and slouched upstairs.
Il want you to go down to the mu-
scum, Sam and tell the manager l can't
be down to-day. I'm sick"
You're just foolin, amt you?'
mo. / can't go on to-night-perhaps
never again.
''Well, | know that no dime museum
can get along without any Albino. and
you wouldn't quit cause you're sick. l
believe you're broke up over that hand
painted jude what calls hisself profess
Sor."
Sammy, Prof Samuels is a perfect
gentleman; he is forced by circum-
stances to play the tattooed man, and
he has really most fiattering prospects
in view. But that is nothing to ma.
No, and it new er can be" and the little
A1bino woman, turning away to hide
the tears yelling up in her eyes, took
down her Albino wig from a peg on the
wall and began wrapping 1t up.
us you goin' to quit for sure, Sadie?
asked the boy, anxiously.
Yes, Sammy: | must. Alblnos are
not paid what they once was: the man
ager told me this when / complained
about the low wages paid He said l
ought to learn some specialty-eat
glass, write with my toes, or some little
trick like that, but I'm just too broken
hearted to learn anything"
"An' how about Samuels, de walkin'
crazy-quilt?" queried the boy.
Sammy, you are very unkind in re-
fe rring to Mr.. Samuels that way" and
the little woman walked over to the
window and began picking the dead
leaves from a geranium that doomed
in solitary fragrance from a baking
powder can set in the window.
Its no use, Sammy" continued the
little woman, turning on the boy pair
of lustrous eyes where hope lay drowned
in tears Mr. Samuels is right He is
| poor and so am /, and unless l can learn
some new act we can't do a double in
any show. Take my traps down to the
office and tell 'em I've quit, and tell Mr..
Samuels that he's good and kind. I'm
the worsest one in the museum. I'm
, goin' to quit the profession"
And Sammy departed and the little
woman went over and communed with
the lone flower.
| Next day the erstwhile Albino went
| from Office to Office in She factory dis
tricts looking for work. She CHANGED
| to wander into the office of a large
/ steam-fitting establishment, and asked
the office boy in the outer room if there
were any vacant situations.
II don't guess there is replied that
functionary, we've got all the help we
need now"
| But can't l see the proprietor?' ask
| ed the little woman.
| Hes busy now, and of course has to
| leave something to me-" said the boy,
as he glanced up at a big placard an
nouncing that no help was needed. The
| little woman turned to go out, when
| she noticed what seemed to be q mass
of white shining hair lying on the desk
whats this?' she said, picking il
up
.
comes,'' said the boy. 1T don't burn
and they use it to put around steam
pipes sometimes" TO prove all which
the boy applied match to the mass.
Il Just guess I'll buy that said the
| little woman. And she did.
1t was days after this that the mana
ger of the museum wandered up stree
in search of his albino. He wanted he
| to come back to work. He found Sam
my and told him about it.
''Well, you just don't get her." sai'
Sammy ''She's gone to New York ant
is married and amt no common albin'
any longer. Look at this.'' and Samm.
handed to the manager torn fragmen
of a flaming hand bill:
positively the First Appearance oil
any stage of Saade, the Sacred Albino
Lieut.. Samuels, after being TattOoe'
by Savages in the South Seas, marie
their Sacred Albino and escaped wit
her to the States. This Sacred Shriv
of the South Seas, the Medical an
Theological Problem of the Age, t
Prove Her Divinity, will plunge her si
very hair into furnace fires every after
noon and evening"
The asbestos did it.-Chicago Trit
une.
An Educated Native.