The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1900-03-23
! She Had Smiths Money
lie Had Been Happy Until by Accidental
h Young Woman Took His Last Quarter.
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the butcher, the baker, the bicycle
maker and variey of department
stores, which combined practically all
the other functions of trade. At the
end he found himself possessed of a
sensation of temporary contentment
and 25 cents in cash. The sensation was
diStributive, but the cash was all in
one piece, and it's proud proprietor held
it in his hand as he waited for the troll
ley car which should bear him home for
one five-cent fare. To be able to re-
turn to Mrs. Smith, tell her that all bills
were settled, and heap the minted
richness of 25 cents surplus in her lap,
would be indeed proud achievement.
Trolleys doomed and neared and
passed, but not Smiths trolley. One
of the virtues that goes with residence
in Brooklyn is patience, and the troll
ley system does much to foster it.
Smith waited patiently. Presently
tall young woman of majestic but dis
tinctly ornamental presence APP
preached with no little speed, and
Smith, CHANGING to make side-step
at the moment, she came In contact
with his back with such force that
he was jolted into the gutter. Look
ing up with some wrath Smith met
pair of serene eyes, and on the spur
of the moment apologized humbly.
The next moment he wondered why lie
should apologize for being knocked off
the curb by a young woman who could
Just as well have had all the rest of
the sidewalk. The apology didn't seem
to have taken, either. The young wom-
an looked at him as if he were bug.
Then she turned her back without
deigning to respond to his apology,
marched out to the track and stood
waiting, says the New York Sun.
Smith marched after, not that he
particularly yearned for proximity, but
because he saw down the street troll
ley car which looked like the one he
wanted. No sooner had he come to
halt behind the young woman than
she turned and swept him from head
to foot with look that chilled and
amazed him. He pondered what he
could have done to merit such treat
ment and presently it flashed upon
him that she was one of those curl
Gus female phenomena who pass
through troubled existence under the
painful oppression that every man in
sight is trying to lirt with them. This
theory so satisfied Smith that he
chuckled. He would have sworn that
he heard low but penetrating snort
IF M in, Tho
and it wasn't Smiths after all. Meth
.er was it the young woman's. They
both stood waiting and the car
passed on.
To fidget is human. In Smith fdget-
ting took the form of manipulating
whatever CHANGED to be in his hands
at the time. He began to flip the lone
quarter in the air and catching it. At
the third or fourth trial he misfipped
and the coin, soaring easily over the
edge of the high turnup collar upon
the young woman's coat, disappeared
from view. The young woman started
and turned. Smith hastily looked the
other way, and began to perspire.
Gould he get it out without her per-
,ceiving it? Certainly he couldn't, as
long as she kept her basilisk eye upon
him. To make matters worse, another
car was approaching, and he was sure
it was his. He mustered up his cour-
age.
Il beg your pardon" he began,
S'but-''
"Sir!" interrupted the young wom-
an with such ferocity that the unfor-
tunate man fairly jumped. But it was
a two-mile walk home, and he tried
again.
eff you will let me explain"
I'Sir-r-r!"
Madam, I am very sorry"
"Sir-r-r-r!" The young woman
was beginning to look around as if for
help.
'Goodness!'' said Smith to himself.
-''This isn't a girl. She is one of those
automatic dolls. If I'd touch the right
button she'd play tune; know she
would
"Just word" he said aloud. 81
don't wish to"
Slr-r-r-r-r!"
ooh, blazes!" cried Smith in utter
evaporation. "Do you think I'm
spending all this time trying to fish up
an acquaintance with you? want my
quarter"
A look of fright came over the face
of the young woman. She began to
tumble at her purse.
"Oh, I'm not a beggar," growled the
eenraged Smith. 81 don't want your
money; / want mine.''
Fulton street car! All aboard!"
In his excitement Smith hadn't no.
ticed the arrival of the car-his car
The young woman hurried aboard.
Smith followed. He took seat across
from her and she glared at him, but
Smith is pretty good glarer himself
when he gets mad, and he was very
mad now. Her eyes dropped and she
moved along. To Smiths great thank
fulness, there were few other passen-
gers. When the conductor came to him
he pointed at the tall young woman.
''She will pay my fare,' he said.
"Sir-r-r-r-!" gasped the young
woman.
''She has every cent have in the
world" pursued Smith, doggedly.