The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-03-04

me, and, putting the backs of her hands
on her hips, looked me over with pretty
firmly-set jaw.
Well. young man. she said to me, I
haven't got a bit of sympathy for you.
You're a drunkard. I suppose?'
" Not exactly that, ma'am,' 1 replied.
I've done some driukin', but
Don't you try to pull the wool over
my eyes, young mani she exclaimed.
You're a drunkard. You may not look
like a drunkard, but drunkard you are,
and must be, or you wouldn't be put to
the necessity of doing what you're doing
running about the streets cleaning off
snow on the worst day that was ever seen
or heard of in Washington. 1 haven't
a bit of sympathy for you. There's no
excuse whatever for you or the likes of
you. Why don't you have yourself locked
up for life?'
{" 'Motherr interrupted the kindly faced
young woman, who had opened the door
for me. Why can't you let the man
alone?'
Then the other women Joined in
against the old lady with the corkscrew
curls. She called them a set of softies,
to let themselves be taken in by loafer
of young man who had thrown his life
away on drink and hounced upstairs.
Got More Than the Price.
Then 1 went out and cleaned off the
snow from the pavement in front of the
house, all of the women watching me from
the parlor windows, to my deep embarrass-
ment. When / raped on the basement
door to get my quarter, a good-looking
young man let me in, and the young wo-
man who had let me in originally was
standing behind me.
" Hey Bill said the young man. smit-
ing, Il hear the old girl laid you out?'
Jack said his wife. Don't speak so
of mother, she has a kindly heart, but you
know how she hates the very thought of
liquor
=" That's the reason 1 use 1t on my hair
for hair OIL said the young woman's hus-
band, grinning, SOS she can smell it and
enjoy it. Will you have ball, Bill?
Il guess not, sir I answered him. I'm
dom a sober stunt lately, and tryin' to cut
out the booze for good
1.-THE young nan then hoped upstairs
three steps at a jump, and when he came
back he had pretty fair Irish frieze ul-
ster in his arms.
e Better wear this ulster. Bill he said
to me- or you're liable to freeze. It's my
No blanket, and 1 don't need 1t any
more
81 went out then and plowed my way
along up the street, until l came to
"A
pretty little faded woman of forty or so
was sitting in the bow-window. 1 didn't
see any basement door, so 1 shambled up
the front steps. The little woman motioned
to me that she'd open the door, which she
did before I got to the top of the steps. L
put the snow shOvelng question to her.
More of the Same.
"'Well, you poor man-of all the crazy
ideas in this wide, wide world" she ex-
claimed. Clean off the snow, when you
can hardly see your hand before your face
for the snow that's still coming down
Juno Oh, JUNIOR
Juno showed up in half a minute in the
shape of a big, black woman.
Have we any spirits left, Juno?' the
little woman asked Juno
I'VE m, de doctuh he dun got uh new
bottle Satuhd'y, answered Juno.
leone into the hall, then, you poor
insane young man. said the doctors wife
to me, and I'll give you something to
warm you up and she poured me out a
drink of brandy that-well, IT was the big
gest five fingers ever got outside of. and
if I had stayed in that warm hall, I'd
probably have been talking through my
hat in a couple of minutes. The doctors
| wife asked me, though, as soon as I gulp-
ed down the drink, if / really thought it
would do any good to clean off the walk
in front and l told her yes, made terms
for quarter for the job and went at ID.
II got me to putting too, for it was a cor
ner house, and there was plenty of pave
ment. with slews of high drifts, TO be clear
ed of the snow. By the time | had finish
/ ed the doctor had driven up in his buggy
epd entered the house, and he regarded
me with curiosity from the window. When
I had finished the job and assembled the
steps, he was al the front door to receive
| me.
That's a good. though rather futile,
lob of work he said to me. I should think
| you'd be good, rather tnan TO get Gown
10 doing this sort of thing. What ais you
| -dipsomonia%
"'Youu have to come again, doc said
7 THAT words one of EN- that III have
| to pass up?
"He smiled, and then said:
Here's a half-dollar. and I consider
that you're underpaid, at that / wouldn't
tackle the job you've done for s. a minute,
and If | were you I'd take TO the foot
pad's or second story mans work before
| Ia do this. Nice moral ideas l advance,
| aren't they? Have drink before you goY
Gle looked considerably surprised When
I declined the drink. but he wouldn't have
been surprised had he seen the drink
had accepted from his wife.
| 'lne next mouse 4 ldNhhtH ioN - $751;
| Artist tackled on the bow window. I
was mounteing the front steps, there being
no basement door in sight, when curly
haired young duck, with mean coun-
| tenance, raped on the window and
| shouted 'G'wanr at me. l g'wanned, but
/ mentally determined that I'd keep that
artists name on my memory tablet.
Food for the Hungry.
Three or four houses up trailed down
| TO the basement door of a coy little new
| pressed brick house. that had what
| women call cute little Swiss curtains in
| the front parlor windows, and rang the
| bell A surprised looking young man
| with a Vandyke beard came to the door.
| He had a bath-robe on over his clothes,
| was smoking a corncob pipe with good
| deal of apparent enjoyment. and looked
| at me as If he figured l had just come
| from the place the snow was coming
| from.
| .snow-shoveling? said he, when ne
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