The Press., 1900-06-07
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you, and you'll either walk chalk or get the bounce. Do you hear meY
 The iron struck home. From that hour I waited and longed for red headed, sharp nosed woman to appear. Luck was with me- On the afternoon of the fifth day she walked in and made straight for me and said:
 "Bub, I'm looking for man named Rockaway. Pm his wife,"
 Have you got business with him?" asked.
 'I have-strict business. Is there such a man in this building?"
 "There is MT. Rockaway here, but he's got side whiskers."
 "Oh, he has! We'll, I'll pull lem off in three seconds! Take me right up."
 I took her up. am not bad eleva- tor boy at heart, but boy in my posi- tion. has got to maintain his dignity among the tenants. held the elevator until I saw her enter room 6S and heard the first shock of collision, and then had business elsewhere. What happened after that was told by the typewriter in MT. Rockaway's office. When the redheaded woman bounced into the room, she first attacked those beautiful side whiskers, and they were wrecked in a breath. Then she started in to wreck things, and her language was English and her tones loud. She | had the whole floor alarmed in two minutes, and the people who rushed in found the typewriter girl hiding un- der the desk and MT. Rockaway on the floor and mixed up with broken furni- ture. It was lively while it lasted, and the redheaded woman had breath enough left to explain that the man on his back was her lawful husband, but had run away from her in Buffalo year before. He had nothing to say in reply, and when the agent came up and told him that he had better look for other quarters he prepared to move. I didn't see him until the remains of his office furniture had been sent away. Then he rang for me to take him down. He had not resumed his side whiskers. There were scratches all over his face and neck, a lump on his jaw, and the svildness yet fingered in his eyes. I ex- pected he would threaten or reproach me, but he didn't feel at all that way. On the contrary, there was sadness In his voice and gentleness in his hand as he reached out for a farewell shake And said:
 "bammis, cannot blame you. be- gan right. but I did not carry out the programme. I started in to be father to you and to help lift that gigantic mortgage, but later on I decided that hl I>D %1 saw my bluff and went one better. It was you who brought her up?"
 "Yes, sir.'
 And you gave my side whiskers away?
 "Yes, sir.'
 "Well, it was my own fault. Office gone, whiskers gone, typewriter gone and the redheaded woman camped on my trail. I am financially ruined, Sam mis, and can't say that I have even saved my honor. However, here's my hand, and bear you no ill will. If I die, l shall forgive you; if I live on, 1t will be a great moral lesson to me-"
 That afternoon MT. Rasher, the agent, called me into his office and said:
 ''Sammis, has your wounded dignity been healedY'
 "Yes, sir.''
 'Then don't take any more redhead- ed women up ill the elevator. Such lit tie affairs as that in room 6S cause gos- lsip and hurt our business"
 Just at present our building is as quiet as a graveyard, and hope it may long remain so. Something may bob up at any moment, however, but if it does it will not be the fault of
 SAMMIS, the Elevator Boy.
 M. QUAD.