Evening journal., 1898-01-04

IF YOU READ THEM BEFORE SUP
PER THEY WILL AID YOUR d.
GEsTIoN. BUT THERE is MOTH
ING PUT IN THEM TO LULL YOU
WHY HE WAS DISCONSOLAvE.
A despondent man can get any
amount OF sympathy without even ask
ing for IL. Persons are often too anx-
ious TO obtrude upon the griefs OF
others. and the Wayfarer is no excep-
ton to the rule. He has any amount
OF sympathy on tap at all times. He
gets it FOR nothing, and It would be a
mean thing to charge anything for IT,
Some times 1t is gratefully accepted; at
other times II is rejected with scorn.
But the fountain of human sympathy
keeps bubbling all the same, and once
In a while brings something 70 the sur
face which is worth the effort IL has
made
This morning the Wayfarer saw an
old friend standing at Fifth and Mar
ket streets. He was holding up one
corner. of the Central Bank building as
religiously as though he received a
stated salary for doing 1t. There was
a look Of disconsolateness on his usu-
ally cheerful face, which prompted the
Wayfarer to stop.
Somebody dead or seriously ill?" he
asked.
mo. not quite as bad as that. was
the reply A smile in the last stages
OF grief played for a moment about his
mouth, and then sank away out Of
sight behind the hard look which sue
ceeded.
Cant get "a note renewed, possibly"
suggested the Wayfarer, who Thought
that 1t was shame to leave him alone
with his consuming grief.
mo, it's worse than that" said the
main support OF the bank, at that par
ticular corner OF the building
Sheriff Finn paid you one OF those
polite visits OF his with a writ OF exc
cution in one hand and the palm OF
good-fellowshp in the other?"
mo, nothing of that kind.
Then cheer up, and forget about II
for awhile. for this is the holiday sea-
son." said the Wayfarer.
Il know IT," he replied, ana there was
a tone of bitterness in his voice.
Wasn't Old Kris good TO your"
"Too darned good, was the response
"for he brought me deuced sigh
more than / wanted him to-
What do you mean2' asked tbs
Wayfarer.
"Ill tell you what I mean" he said
zone OF those internal book agents
came to my house two or three day
before Christmas and showed my wifi
about fifteen volumes OF Fenlmor
Cooper's works. He suggested to he
that they would make a most accept
able present for me. When | got u,
Christmas morning and went into tn
parlor there was "a whole pile of bii
green books. and ON top Of them
white card bearing the words To m
dear husband, from his loving Mary
Just as I was wondering when
should get time to read them, my wifi
came in and said John, | am so gla
that you like them. / kissed her al
fectionately and answered: But, m
dear how did YOU manage, ON on
scanty income. to save so much none
came i'm and said. John, / ma 50 gla
without discovering the secret to me
She looked both surprised and hur
L didn't save any money she sai'
The man came here and told me the
never took the cash; just came aloun
once a month and collected 50, so thf
the subscribers would never miss tn
money. So you see. dear, you have
whole six months to pay for them
She said Il 50 artlessly that | didn
have the heart to chide her, but | le
the house soon afterwards and wen
of to a secluded spot, where / coul
express my feelings without fear OF II
terruption. l have kept out OF tf
way of my wife all this week, and n'
until two hours ago did 1 give her a
inkling of what was burning in M
heart. We were at breakfast She he
one OF the big green books lying ON OF
corner of the table. Il have been rea'
ing The Red Rover, dear, she r
marked. and il is so entertaining.
am sure you will like it, l was Il
full to say anything. Taking a swa
low of scalding coffee mumbl'
something about having an impOrta
enlargement at 7.30 O'Clock. and here
am trying to keep out OF my wife
sight until i experience a change
heart. / know what is before m
Once a month for the Next half ye
that Internal looking agent Will
hunting me up and demanding pa
ment just at a time when l have
money to give him. / never knew
to fall When a fellows pockets
lned Wln cdon uc HVNNl NOAh
around but let him so broke for
hour or two. and that is the very til
that the agent will bob up and demai
his little 81 with the air of a man W
is comforting a favor upon you. u
what can do? II is merely a matt
of taking my medicine or breaking I
wifes heart / am doing the form
in six bitter doses. but I'll break I
neck Of the first book agent ] see han
ing about my house next Cristmas.
don't, / hope she will ring in
whole output Of the publishing hot
on me, for l shall deserve no pity"
THE MAYOR is WILLING.
Anything new?" asked the Wa
fa.rer Of Mayor McLear on MARI