Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1892-10-01
OWED IT ALL TO THE OLD WOMAN.
How a Newsboy Sold "a Lot OF Papers ON
n street Car.

The cart was a Fourth avenue
one-was bowling along merrily. 1t
20 happened-as strange things do
sometimes happen in this prosaic
world-that all the seats on one side
Of the a were occupied by men and
all the seats on the other side by
women. The women were all young.
and pretty. too. which might be &C
counted a strange thing any where else
than in New York. Now, when e man
Is riding in a street car a pretty face
is always a cheering sight to see," but
when there are a dozen lovely faces to
contemplate the joy is proportionately
increased. Serene enjoyment vas de-
picted on the face Of every man in the
car. Forgotten were all the ordinary
cares that infest the day. No man
was in a hurry to reach his destina-
ton. In fact, there was much inward
rejoicing at the lack of rapid transit.
Into this temporary abode of bliss
hoped a shrill lunged newsboy. When
he perceived that not a man on the
a had a newspaper his eyes lit up
with joyous expectancy.
"Extree! extree!" he shouted ~iiercely
and gleefully. Full account of de
'orrible disaster N awful loss of life."
But the men only scOwled at him.
"Wot's de matter wild de blokes?" he
asked Of the conductor before leaping
off the platform.
"Can't you seep7 replied the conduc.
tor. contemptuously; "dey's taking in
de pretty girls. Dere's de greatest loI
of 'em on dis car | ever carried"
An old woman entered the car. She
was fat and she was homely and sh,
-waddled rather than walked. No mar
rose to give her a seat. Each ma,
felt that his neighbor might be har
boring some such intention and feared
TO anticipate him. The old woman
waddled to the end Of the Cal, heavet
q sigh and caught on to a strap.
"Pray take my seat, madam" SAT-
one of the prettiest of the pretty girls
rising.
"Oh, thank you, man," replied tn
old woman, gratefully; but it's
shame TO deprive you of it. If
wasn't so old-but perhaps II of tn
gentlemen will give you a seat"
Indeed" said the pretty girl, smiI
ing, and thereby making herself loo
more bewitching than ever, Il couldn'
think of accepting n from any {
them. They are all so dreadful
tired"
Half of the dozen men had starte
simultaneously to rise. They droppe
back into their seats looking sheepis
and detected. And the half doze
that hadn't begun TO rise looked equa
IL unhappy. A change had come o'e
the spirit of their dreams. A prett
face is not a cheering sight Il Sc
wher you know that it's owner enter
tains a very small opinion of yor
And every man in that car felt ths
every woman in the car, including th
one who was old and fat, held a chea
opinion of him. Instead of seekin
the pretty face opposite their eyes fe
on the floor.
Another newsboy boarded the car.
"Extrce! extree!' he yelled. "Fu
account of de 'orrible disaster 'n'awfl
loss of life!"
He didn't have to veil a second time
Every man was in a hurry to read tina
tale Of disaster, so much so that the
all actually buried their faces benin
their newspapers.
And the pretty women all exchange
smiles and looked very much tickle
At something.
~Golly." said the newsboy TO th
conductor, Il struck it rich that tim,
didn't I?n
You bet said the conductor: "bu
you owe it all to de old WOMAN
L. Herald.