The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1894-10-09
II. P. WATSON & co
GREENE SMITHS RAGE
An ABSORBING CHAPTER ON 'FEES
THAT PASS OUT OF SIGHT,,
The Disagreeable Man, i'm One of His
. Happiest Moods, Has Volumes
to Say.

The D~isagreeable Man was worse than
usual yesterday. 1t is he who has the title
of Encouragement of Indiana and gets
big fees and does not like the Governor.
The Disagreeable Man has his bad days
days when the reflection of his own face
in his mirror brings a snarl to his lips;
when his fellow-men dislike to approach
him and the elevator man walks nine
blocks to get a telephone rather than meet
the Disagreeable Man. 1t is only when his
mood is beastly that he is happy. Yester-
day his nature harmonized beautifully with
his hUmor. 1t was not the weather. The
Disagreeable Man loves the chill and the
gloom and the storm. All this reminds him
of himself. and he has a most delightful
appreciation of his own personality. So it
was not the weather.
Yesterday morning, when the Disagree
able Man awoke, his delicate noscril felt the
irritating sense of a certain rare perfume
that was being waited into his window from
the vulgar packing house district. Some
weeks ago the Disagreeable Man delivered a
dissertation upon this variety of odor and
instructed his landlord to abate the nui-
sance. Yesterday morning. when he found
that the packing house district remained
intact. he waxed exceedingly wroth and re-
NAMED so throughout the day.
Never but once did the stern visage of
the Disagreeable Man relax. That was when
some good ladies sold him a picture for 80
cents. the money to be applied to charity.
At that moment the Disagreeable Man was
pleased to look at himself in a better light
and he thawed. 1t was only for an in
slant. however. for the inopportune en-
trance of the imid reporter broke the spell.
The Disagreeable Man was himself again.
The tlmid reporter went at the game with
his choicest Establishments, but failed mis-
erably. The Disagreeable Man was too
foxy: He had been Gagged before.
well, have you any news to-day" quoth
the timid reporter, in easy reach Of the
door.
vouchsafed with a snort of mingled impa-
thence and anger.
"Would you mind telling our paper how
much fees you nave collected this year?'
The eyes of the Disagreeable Man took on
a Green-e-ish hue. He was as mad as a
wet hen. No one had ever spoken that way
before. Then the Disagreeable Man arose.
The timid reporter nervously felt for the
door latch at the movement. But the Dis
agreeable Man did not contemplate vio-
lence. He was only preparing himself for
speech. for he did not feel quite sure of
himself for the moment. Soon he collected
himself: it was not difficult, for he has been
in that business for a long time.
"It is none of your papers business how
many fees 1 have collected he broke
forth with the tone of a stage villain.
The timid reporter imagined how Bernar-
dine felt when the other Disagreeable Man
refused to loan her his newspaper. Then
followed a dreadful pause 1t was obvious
that a mighty storm was about to break:
The reporter scented dangerous reefs and
was far-sighted enough to turn the door
latch. He was game again. for his egress
would be simple. The Disa greeable Man
drew close. His fingers intertwined, his
eyes took on a pretty Nile tint and his nos
trils quivered. For several minutes there
was anxious expectancy about the State
house. The elevator man stopped his car
and awaited with bated breath until the
Disagreeable Man had done. Many dread
full things were said and done by the &C.
centric fellow. For a great part of the
exhibitions of his fury. These facial dis
tortions and gymnastic movement of the
body were far more terrorizng than his
speech. The timid reporter felt that if he
be spared he would not again venture into
the confines of the Disagreeable Mans
pause. The Disagreeable Man had said
many things that a wise, discreet servant
of the people would not say, but the timic
reporter forgave them. However, the Dis
agreeable Man had not done. The next
time he spoke it was with the roar of the
lion in his voice.
"I don't want to be annoyed by yor
again." he said, and his great form trem
bled with rage. IF you say anything about
this in the paper don't dare to show your
face at this door again"
The timid reporter had gone and his
ated over the great rotunda with the words
of the Disagreeable Man. Then the Dis
agreeable Man sat down and began guess
ing where he could grab another fee.