Birmingham age-herald., 1894-10-09

fairy of the hoboes."
 "Fairyp'
 'sCert You didn't expect the guardian fairy of the hoboes to tear the country in all kinds of weather with little white robe and some ostrich feather wingsp" Il s'pose not
 Hobo Wilson, Two watched you. I never saw you do pard any dirt. The good things of this world must not all be given to brakemen and farmers and people who work Are you hungry?"
 "Sure.'
 eThen feel in the pockets of that coat beside you, and believe me when tell you that every man must live before he dies
 eSufferin brakebeams!' gasped Rooster as he drew from one pocket after another crunpled rolls of bank bills He heaped them upon the faded check cloth, and his tears fell on them, "No more drillin in the snow, no souphouses. Never again in bucket. Pard, you've done"--
 But when he looked up again tho one gallused fairy had disappeared, and the smoke which pushed through the rigging and rolled away was blacker than ever He put all the money in his pockets. first throwing away the balls of twine, the old pocketknfe and the needle and thread wound about beer cork On the street car he could find no Lill less than $5 and tho conductor grumbled about the change.
 "Give mo the change, confound you, said MT. Wilson, "or else I'll have that number off your cap.
 Thereupon the conductor quioted down and gave him his change. MT. Wilson tossed 10 cents to baby on Q seat in front 1, tb l,;, ride Ho had never known of moro beau- tiful day. He observed with much satis- faction that every one olso seemed as happy as he The women in the doorways were smiling, and children romped along the sidewalks. He counted the money from one pocket and found that it amounted to $65, or 1900 glasses of beer. Tho other passengers watched him curiously.
 Ho alighted at Polk street and walked over to Dinny's place. Tho old crowd was there Como up, you fellows" said Mr. Wilson, "and drink all you can hold. I mean it," he added as they did not seem willing to stand up and take chances Here's tho stuff''
 He dribbled out on the bar the silver which the conductor had given him. Thero was rush, and Dinny began setting out rows of schooners. 'Drink up that moneyr" shouted MT. Wilson. And say, Dinny, give me good cigar.''
 While the boys were taking away the "scuttles" as fast as they could be passed up MT. Wilson went out to purchase a wardrobe. Ho knew the place to go to, be- cause he had stood before it many time looking at the brilliant necktics and white collars. The proprietor met him gruflly but melted into smiles when he saw the roll of money.
 'Fix me up from the skin out" said MT. Wilson. t.Give me the best stuff you've got and hand it out quick.
 At the end of 10minutes he was new man. His neck felt the dignifled embrace of 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. Tho big officer who had onco kicked him moved respectfully aside to al low him to pass.
 I'll hire some one to lick that fellow,' said MT. Wilson as he directed his steps toward a fancy barroom.
 He drank cocktail after cocktail and their only effect was to increase his gen eral chcerfulness and make every ono around him moro attentive to lis iiiii wishes.
 ''Where's the best restaurant in town?" he asked, leaning over the bar and famil- iarly addressing tho man in the white gar ments.
 ''It's two blocks down."
 tI'll show you where it is said man who wore clothes almost as good as those of MT. Wilson. "Come with mo. !" Mir. Will son locked arms with the gentleman, who introduced himself as president of bank and said he was proud to bo allowed to walk along tho street with MT. Wilson.
 They met several distinguished citizens whose names Mr. Wilson had read in scraps of newspaper around the lodging house. They met the mayor, he postmas- ter, MT. Armour, MT Field, MT. Pullman and others. Every time Mr. Wilson was introduced the whole crowd went and had 0 drink. MT. Wilson showed them how much money he had, and they slapped him on the hack and said he was good fellow.
 At last Mir. Wilson and the banker sat down to dine. They had lobster and pie and champagne and all kinds of drinks, and MT. Wilson gave the waiter $1 to fan him while he was eating. 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 Mir. Wilson, ono for the banker and one for the driver.
 While they were drinking the cham pagne out of the bottles crowd gathered around MT. Wilson ordered policeman to- disperse the crowd, and he did so promptly,
 .'Now, what shall we do nexta' asked the banker, putting his arm around MT. Wilson's neck. "Oh, take little ride and then have something more to drink. Drive up, there!'' and he stood up in the seat and kicked the driver in the back.
 So they drove up ono street and down another while the bands played and wom- en at the windows waved handkerchiefs. MT. Wilson leaned back in the cushions, thoroughly happy and counting his money, when he felt a sudden pain in his right