The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1899-07-16

recurring men 10 be let out in warm weather:
they don't have TO- And 80. when Andy struck
h. was on his luck, He did think, he told me lt,
Of going into the Grand Union for n periecto
| but he kinder hesitated on the sidewalk and
big policeman told him to move on
You've never been through it yet, kunncl.
nose you'll ride home in your carriage. but you
wont feel much like. looking out the winder
Even an 2ld-t!mer often wishes he was back
| again in his seven by three. Andy skunk along
doing the I9,ck-step for thousand odd days.
| there and drending lest he meet some one that
would give him the frosty, In a few days;
| have been glad Of the chance to work the old
| friend racket. His money was gone: he was
nervous nerve he was vas shiyeriRg; he was hungry.
come down good had they known Andy was ON
his uppers. But the Lexow committee was
a-sitti4g In town: the word had come straight
from Headquarters. and they'd all lit out 10
pleasainter fields and pastures new-it's Chi
And so Andy wal ed the streets and lodged
The n9licc. without knowing why. and looked
IN restaurant wind"rs and tried 10 muster up
and thought OF, the days when, you didn't have
to ask for hin TO Gyc The old days when he
fectos, and his hair was curlod aud his mus.
tqche was waxcd out and his diamond spar
kler: and then he thought Of the little French
.",Huh. what lid tell YOU the dob" growled
JAKE. the nOSplinl steward.
oh you think so ?" continued Smithers, the
con man, well; as he thought of her ho
came 70 think that he had struck something
night. and so. Utmost without knowing it. he
turned to The east, down the very street that
AS Andy. with head down, shoulders up
| and hands in pockets. sOuchCd across the ave-
nue. Q carriage dashed by and spnshed him
with the slush. But he was two downheartcd
to even think of swearing. And yet he must
have looked up in 2 ser, of bewilderel, piteous
for hat han Ipt N.,,,s "A
never guess right. Jake damned If you would
but the kunnel might. That carriage stopped
mind you. all silk and lace and feathers and
sbprer rGh int" the muck fGd
80 Ny hero. my angel she cried. with tears
rolling down her pretty white face. 4 have
IT was the little French gal, Kunnel; It was
the little, French gal. Jake; whom I ,suprose
thing but drag, Andy into, the carriage and
fondle him as If he was habby. calling down
tSs Of ON h he1
clother's. the BARRIERS. .Delmonico's and the
priest; and before niEhtiall Andy. the dob.
Woman as you'd like to soc. with a .storefu OF
French notions on Broadway and fat account
In the bankmperhaps the very one you used to
You see. when she finally left the hospital
leaving her pretty nifty FORUM s So over She
went and back she came with the dough in her
sock. bound and determined to give il all to
Andy. But she couldn't find him. his place
was closed: no one seemed to know aught
about him so being forehanded. as most OF
them furreners be. kunnel, she opened shop
Of knickknacks and thruv' amazingly.
And that L. all. except that until he died
with gal lopin' cornsumptin u Ike many wuss
man. Andy stood outside the Broadway Joint
with curly hair and spiked mustache and
buZzom pretty nigh covered with a sparkler
and smoked pertectos to his hearts content
And SO you see. kunnel. it don't do to lose your
grip in the cooler When man strikes the
N1ttom he's got. to rise. even il it's only. the
hound. And as for you. Jake Just nut this in
your pipe and smoke it: the biggest dob is
generally the Teller who cant see no good in
anything except In his own sneaking cunning I"