The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1894-09-15

INV dow the warm
south wind waited the uneasy chirp-
ing OF "chippies" among the leaves,
with the sweet odors OF roses and new
ly-cut grass from lawns not far away.
A bunch OF pansies, bought early in
the morning from the little old woman
who seemed part of the pavement by
the first floor door, dropped on their
tinfoil-covered stems near the ink
stand
Occasionally the rafting whir % the
! electric car and the mingled noise Of
many voices reached the workers ear,
apparently giving an added impulse to
his quiclSly-moving right arm; for the
busy scratching of the pen ceased not,
even when deluged in the red light of
an early June days sinking sun,
The room grew cooler, darker. The
big book closed with abang Just as the
Office light flashed on; letters, blotters,
rulers, pens, found their places. The
worker rose quickly, closed and locked
his desk, eager for approaching free
dom. While putting on his coat and
hat he heard-as he might have heard
many times during the last thirty
minutes ~ ringing tones OF boyish
laughter
LAT il again! ] wonder what In the
world they can find TO laugh at" he
grumbled as he started down the
long hall To the stairway leading to
the first floor.
Eyes! I'll bet the 'highster' was
FIRST fellow outn he further COM
planned, passing the elevator and be-
ginning a rapid run down the stairway
through cloud OF dust raised by the
vigorous janitor As lac reached the
lower floor a sudden shower, SO gener-
ally welcome in warm weather, came
dashing down upon the still, dry
street. PLAGUE take it.-stopped
againl-no umbrella. ear gonel-just
my everlasting uckl' he almost
growled, bringing himself To a sharp
halt at the foot OF the stairs. This
was 10 him, a most uncomfortable
world "Ill have TO wait six minutes
n -of course I'm miss my supper" he
suffered, stalking TO the doorway
looking not unlike a prince of pet
tishness
Another bounding burst OF boyish
laughter at that instant submerged
his cgoism in interested attention upon
Its source.
A merry group Of muddy newsboys
crowded close up TO the stained-glass
window OF tho editorial room, near
the doorway where the little old wom-
an had been seated in the morning.
One, with mouth wide open, was try
ing TO catch the streaming drip of
water from the high, projecting win
dow cornice. Another, like "a butting
ram. was aiming TO get his own hot,
curly head under that steady, cooling
fall.
our belated booklSeepcr had made
his exit from the wild domains OF boy
hood not many years ago His face,
clearing slowly. surely, showed he
kept his bond Of allegiance-youthful-
ness-ntill upon him.
Every boy seemed perfectly happy
and FUN Of joyous fun-never needing
the falling shower laughing, joking,
chatting, whistling, yet doing all
with degree of ciyility quite notice
able.
A minutes watching revealed the
fact that the center Of attraction was
a little old woman yes.-the little old
pansy womanl
quaint bonnet, made OF the same ma
terial. firmly tied under her chin, but
>ushcd far back now on her dishcyelcd
air. she sat on box within the door
WAY leading into the editorial rooms,
safely sheltered from the sudden
shower Her aged face, though smil-
ing now, showed, traces Of beauty
worn away by sharp storms Of many
sud summers and weary winters.
a car passed by; but the booltkccper
saw it not lie moved toward the next
door almost unconsciously
make room for the gentleman.
BOYS" said the old woman, sliding
back on her box; aspect he's missed
his car N guess he don like the water
like he used TO, scanning him quiz
ideally.
The boolSlSceper shook his head de-
cidcdly, gazing off down the street as
il looking for another ear.
An unmistakablc small son of Erin,
with his few remaining papers snugly
tucked under his coat, joyously skipped
:. across the pavement into the gutter,
rcveling In the luxury Of running
water and bare feet. Then he half
skipped. half danced away down the
street 60 the melody of his own merry
whistling MY Sweethcart's the Man
in the Moon" and the bookkeeper
wished lac could do that too!
lie heard the old woman say;
"This has been n good day for me,
boys. sect ! have just one paper aud
one bouquet left"
"Bully for We, Us & Col Thatswhy
GO" shouted one euterprising lad, as
he rushed across the street % cry his
papers into the ears Of some mechanics
Aerrily walking home through the
WINNER shower Making sale. he
dotted his cap 10 his purchaser, waved
"a TO the group at the doorway aud
ran on 60 intercept some newcomers