Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-07-06
BOOMERANG ADVICE.
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Collis F. Hunter buttoned his elegant overcoat--that ovcrcoat which fitted so well into the middle season between win ter and spring drew on his gloves and wont sedately down into the street.
 He concluded he had been sitting too much. He would walk. A man ought to take nfore exercise anyway. So he p1od- ded along up Broadway, taking his chances In the jostling throng just the same as if he were not rich--and getting richer every day.
 He turned into q side street and entered restaurant that he knew and had known many years. He was hungry and he ate heartily. He came out feeling 4n an even more excellent mood. He would walk again. Twenty feet from the door man in fairly respectable clothes, walking just little faster than he, caught step with him and said:
 "Mister, would you kindly favor me with little assistanceP am O stranger in the Haven't had any work for Something to get bits of supper, or a. assure you am not in the habit"-~~
 There the beggar, disooncerted by MT. Hunters calm scrutiny of his face, failed utterly, and simply walked along, his whole visage sinking into the abjectly so- Hcitous, the professionally miserable.
 "You look like 6 fairly intelligent man. said MT. Collis P. Hunter kindly.
 "Well, sir, if you could spare inc only a''-
 But don't you know as an intelligent man that this lingo of yours is getting distressfully commonplace, not to say old2 l suppose hundred men have said pre- cisely the same thing to mo in the past week. And it is just what heard year ago-ten years ago. It's old. It's hack neyed. This is the age of invention. If you expect to flourish in this business, why don't you set your wits to work, if you have anyP At the best you can oply hope to got dime or a quarter from, say, one man in twenty Now that is too much labor for the money. Invent some thing, my man. Invent something new. It's a good thing. assure you men of brains recognize each other. If you are @ genius, get the income of q genius. Don't be common, 10 cent beggar." "
 And he shook him off and walked away rather fattered with himself.
 There was new building in course of construction two doors from his office, and one night about a week later as Collis P. Hunter walked under the scaffolding that
 
 sidewalk he thought:
 Suppose something should fall from''-
 And at that instant man just outside the shelter, walking swiftly, staggered, threw up his hands and plunged headlong at Mir. Hunters fect. As he did so frag- ment of sandstone, such as was building into the walls, rolled from the man s shoulder to the gutter.
 MT. Hunter stopped and tried to lift the injured fellow.
 "Are you hurt?" he asked.
 "Not much, think,'' said the man, but there was blood on his forehead. He struggled almost to his feet. Don't get an officer-.ambulance I don't want to hospital. Help me to a cab please.''
 "No," said MT. Collis F. Hunter, "of course you don't want to go to 0 hospital. D Ho thought how ho would feel about it himself. They went into a drug store with some difficulty, and clerk called 0 cab while Mir. Hunter bought a little wine and administered it.
 Once the injured man almost tainted. When he revived, ho said as if he appreci- atcd its necessity:
 Apartment D, The Aspinwall.
 "Good place to live," thought MT. Hunter.
 Tho stranger felt about in his pockets. My wallct," he said. "Give mel "I haven't 1t. Did you lose itP' He went out and looked where tho man had fallen. It was not there. No wonder. A thousand people had passed. "Called it q wallet, unused MT. Hunter, returning He liked the old phrase. 'It isn't there, :" he said, returning.
 The man searched his clothes again, wiped aimlessly at the blood and stared at the floor.
 "Give me S1O," he said. My office to- morrow. Whittier, Mills building" MT. Hunter gave him s10 instantly and helped him to the door. "Tho Aspinwall," he said. Fifty ninth street." And the driver nodded and drove away.
 Mir. Collis P. Hunter called next day at the Mills building, simply to inquire how Mr. Whittier was He wasn't thinking of his S1O.
 And every tenant, janitor and elevator boy in tho building united in the universal statement that "tha ain't no Whittier hero.'
 In the afternoon the cabman, who knew MT. Collis P. Hunter, called on him and stated that his passenger of the previous day recovered all his faculties at Grand street, got out, paid half Q dollar and went up stairs three steps at time to the ele. vated.
 "It's worth the money" said Collis P. Hunter. And while he was wondering il it wouldn't be right to tell 1t to his office associates Q smooth faced man walked without announcement into his private room, where he sat alone, with hand some ovorcoat on his arm-one of those happy overcoats which 1t so well into the | middle season between winter and spring 'Is this your overcoat?' asked the smooth faced man.
 Collis P. Hunter looked at it. It cer tainly appeared to be. He went into the outer office and looked on the rack. His coat was gone. He came back and exam ined the garment. Of course it was his | to the name stitched in the collar. "Where did you get it?" 1T caught a man carrying il down stairs | thought I remembered seeing you wear it''
 "Well, who are you?'' "I am tho detective in this building" "I never saw you before-nevcr knew | there was a detective hcrc." ''I wouldn't be much of a detective Il everybody recognized me. We'll, sure it'i your coat?"
 "Yes, of course it is. Hero; tako this. wouldn't have lost that coat for $40." H. shucked a $10 bill from healthy roll pressed it into the detective's hands anG wont on invoicing the pockets. Every thing was there. He was very grateful. | He went to the outer room again. l "How did you come to let some tramp | steal my overcoat right here in broad day lightf"
 "Was that tramp? Why, he came il so gayly, took down your coat so assuredly and carried it, smiling as if he had 6 joke right into your room, supposed"- Unto my room! Whenf Just now Who-that man that just went outs Pc
 Heel I'm done again." LIE ROY ARMSTRONG. |. The New Woman.
 The new woman is pretty home1y. She was always odd, but was never