The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-06-10
KNEW SEVERAL ABIFFs.
But Had New er Met Hiram at Orange
How a Mason" Stumbled.
From the New York Sun.

How Mason" Stumbled.
From the New York Sun
Standing on the corner of Thirty-sec-
Ond street and Broadway at 4:30 o'clock
the other morning was a young man
whose detected appearance might have
marked him for one who had found buck
ing the tiger rather expensive. Appar-
emily he was looking at the gutter in deep
thought. Occasionally he pulled at
half-smOked cigar. He might have been
musing over the nights losings and con-
templating, perhaps, suicide. He was
fairly well dressed, with patent feathers,
clothes that fitted him, light overcoat,
and a good hat. He wore a soft droop-
ing, brown mustache, and his chin had
been shaved probably the previous even
ing. Now the only thing surprising in
all this Is that the man was profess
siOnal beggar, one of the smoothest of the
extraordinary expert ''pan-handlers' of
the city. And while he seemed to be
wrapped in a mental discussion of the
question of the value of life he really was
watching very keenly every one of the
late birds who We're. Just getting home.
There is a restaurant in Broadway, Just
below where this prince of beggars stood,
which keeps open until very late hour
of the night. 1t was the customers of
this restaurant who were just then at
tracing the beggar's attention 1t hap
pened on this particular morning that
Sun man, whose work had kept him down
town until very late, went to this restau-
rant for supper. As he strolled along up
Broadway toward home he saw the beg
gar standing there and idly speculated on
the possibility of reading of that mans
suicide in the evening papers. He had
nearly passed the beggar, when the man
made quick movement that arrested the
sun mans attention.
II beg your pardon, sir" began the beg
gar, 'I--l-er-l--"
The Sun man stopped and turned round
The fact of the business is" went on
the other, I've got. to ask you or some
body for some money. never begged be-
fore in my life, and | don't-you see it
isn't pat-well, III tell you. | might as
well make clean breast OF of it. ! tried
to beat game down here and I'm cleaned
out. II haven't got enough money to
get home with ! live out at Orange.
I'm employed out there. know I've made
fool of myself ! own up, but"-he
laughed, a strained, hoarse sort of a
smilc-''I haven't a cent, that's all there
Is to it. and l can't walk it. Forty cents
would get ne there, sir, or 80, even. 1
could walk to the ferry"
1t was very well done. The fellow
seemed to be so distressed at having TO
beg that he almost fooled the Sun man.
whom long experience with the profess
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has made hard of heart. The fault with
it lay in its extreme cleverness. Beggars
who are clever are to be suspected So
the sun man said:
Il don't understand Now, what is it
| You Want?n
The boggar took the bait. You see, -
! he said, Il live in Orange I'm a railroad
man. got my pay yesterday, and lost
[ it bucking the tiger l haven't got a
/ cent Can you let me have 20 cents to
/ get home with never begged before in
my life, sir, but l can't get out there I'M
/ less sCnC one gives nae the money, and I'm
/ afraid In lose--'' He was of again on
a long eTplana ion Of his misfortune ana
au cXcUs for losing the Gouey, witch an
] explanation OF his lcar OF losing his place