Connecticut western news., 1898-11-17

BUT LET US FART AS FRlkNDS
 he who was doing everything, and when they met speculator who had tickets to sell be pushed forward with the re- mark:
 "Now you must let me buy the tick ets."
 The Young Man smiled, for it was evident that Ee had succeeded complete ly. The millionaire had practically for. gotten all the unpleasant features of the talk in his office and was buying the tickets as If the idea of buying them had just occurred to him as an act of friendship.
 At first Mir. Putancall felt trifle out of place and confused, but his syoung friend was so attentive in explaining the points of the game and the. enthu- siasm of the crowd was so Infectious that he often forgot himself and cheered with the loudest.
 During the dinner there was but lit- tie conversation. Being true epioure the Young Man ate in silence. and Mir. Putancall s mind was too much confus- sd with unaccustomed thoughts for him to do any talking. But when they had quaffed their cider and lit their cigars the Young Man leaned back in his chair and remarked:
 "I trust you have enjoyed the day?"
 Indeed have. This is the best din- ner have ever eaten"
 "Troe. And it is one of the things you have been working for all your life. though you didn't know 1t !"
 The rich man said nothing for few minutes. Then he frightened and ex- claimed: es.
 "See here. have taken great fancy to you. and, if you will let me, think can do something for you"
 "Indeed?'
 "There are many openings in life for young men who have ideas, md l have seen enough of you to know that you are original"
 The Young Man bowed gravely.
 (Which means" he said, .'that in return for my kindness to you today you would coop me up in an office and by the dull routine of business reduce me to an uninspired machine like your self. By helping me to earn the means of enjoying life you would kill in ma the power of enjoyment. Why. you didn't even know you had palate un- til ordered this dinner for you. Your stomach is simply kind of fire box into which you put certain amount of fuel every day in order to keep up your steam. Your heart has long been mere ly force rump, never thrilled by en- thusiasm ur human emotions, and your brain is a kind of spider that continual ly spins schemes to entrap the unwary. Today, for the first time since you have been boy, there has been something human aroused in you, and your offer, while absurd in the extreme, shows that you might do some good in the world if you oaly knew how."
 "Well, then, will you teach me?'
 "l can't promise. 1 am not charitable by nature, and I think I have done enough today in the way of putting 8 fellow being on the true road to enjoy ment. Perhaps we who are poor are too selfish ill keeping our troubles to our selves instead of making rich men has py by letting Chem help us, but we have our faults just like other people.
 Mir. Putancali could make no reply to this enignstical speech, so he did all that was in his power he paid the bill.
 But let IS rart as friends, " said the Young Man, putting out his hand as they reached tho street. ~
 Aren't you going to tell me your name?"
 "No. I prefer, like the good fairies in the stories, to be nameless. !"
 They shock hands, and the Young Man disappeared in the crowd, perhaps in quest of new adventure, and the millionaire returned to his cheerless apartments, wondering if it all had besa . dream. .... .- .s