The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1894-10-26

cry one else seemed as happy as he. The
women in the doorways were smiling,
and children romped along the side
walks. He counted the money from one
pocket and found that it amounted to
S65, or /, 300 glasses OF beer. The other
passengers watched him curiously.
He alighted at Polk street and walked
over to Dinny's place. The old crowd
was there
Come up, you fellows" said Mr..
Wilson, land drink all you can hold. /
mean it," he added as they did not
seem willing TO stand up and take
chances. "Here's the stuff.
He dribbled out on the bar the silver
which the conductor had given him.
There was rush, and Dinny began
setting out rows of schooners.
'Drink up that money!" shouted Mr..
Wilson, land say, Dinny, give me a
good cigar.
While the boys were taking away the
'scuttles" as fast as they could be
passed up, Mr.. Wilson went out to pur-
chase wardrobe. He knew the place to
60, because he had stood before it many
a time looking at the brilliant neckties
and white collars. The proprietor met
him gruffly, but melted into smiles when
he saw the roll of money.
elk me up from the skin out, said
Mr.. Wilson. "Give me the best stuff
you've got and hand it out quick. Have
you got back room?"
Certainly he had back room. Mr..
Wilson was shown to that apartment
and was treated to every courtesy. One
by one the necessary articles were push
ed into the room. At the end of ten
minutes he was new man. His neck
felt the dignified embrace of a collar
for the first time in years. The stiff
shirt had Strengthened him up. He put
his money into his new clothes and
strolled out The big officer who had
once kicked him moved respectfully
aside to allow him to pass
''I'll hire some one to lick that fell
low" said Mr.. Wilson as he directed
his steps toward fancy barroom.
He drank cocktail after cocktail, and
the only effect was to increase his gen.
eral cheerfulness and make every one
dTOUUu Till llIOI6 uttSutlN0 W nlo WlolCo
"Where's the best restaurant in
town." he asked, leaning over the bar
and Familiarity addressing the man in
the white garments.
cts two blocks down."
"I'll show you where it u.s." said a
man who wore clothes almost as good
as those Of Mr.. Wilson; "come with
me-"
Mr.. Wilson locked arms with tho
gentleman, who introduced himself as
president of a bank and said he was
proud to be allowed to walk along the
street with Mr.. Wilson. They met sew
eral distinguished citizens whose names
Mr.. Wilson had read in scraps of news
paper around the lodging house.
They met the mayor, the postmaster,
Mr.. Armour, Mr. Field, Mr.. Pullman
and others. Every time Mr.. Wilson was
introduced the whole crowd went and
had drink Mr.. Wilson showed them
how much money he had, and they
slapped him on the back and said he
was good fellow.
At last Mr.. Wilson and the banker
sat down to dine. They had lobster and
pie and chamSERe and all kinds Of
drinks, and NJ Wilson gave the waiter
a dollar t. Gar him while he was eatin~
Mr. Wilson ate two Holsters, for >,s.sJ
were the first he had tasted in ter .xirs,
and every one in tho house watched him
when he pulled ont such a lot of money
and demanded to know how much he
owed the place.
After that he and the banker went
riding in an open carriage, and all the
people along the street stopped to see
them go by. They halted in front of a
saloon and had the bartender bring three
bottles of champagne out to the carriage
one for Mr.. Wilson, one for tho bank
er and one s-~ 80 driver.
While tiny we're drinking the cham
pagne out Of tho bottles o crowd gath
cred around Mr.. Wilson ordered pc.
iceman to dispense the crowd, and he
did so promptly.
'Now, what shall we DO next?" asked
the banker, putting his arm around Mr..
Wilson's neck.
ooh, take little ride and then have
something more to drink. Drive up
therep' and he stood up in the seat and
kicked the driver in the back.
So they drove up one street and down
another, while the bands played and
women at tho windows waved handker-
chiefs. Mr.. Wilson leaned back in the
cushions, thoroughly happy and count
ing his money, when he felt sudden
pain in his right foot.
The pain became more sharp.
He raised himself to his elbow.
He was getting the shot foot" A
heavy policeman was pounding the sole
Of his shoe. The club was lifted again,
but Hobo Wilson drew back his leg.
go wan, now! Get novel; said
the policeman, giving him kick with
the broad Of mis- foot.
"Well, I'm goin,' whined Hobo
Wilson, whose head was all in q whirl
as he came to his feet. He picked up his
coat and limped around the corner of
warehouse +, and at each step the cruel
truth became clearer to him.
''Thank goodness for one thing" said
ba UT co,, eti1l toe4a tho Ioboto,