Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1900-09-13
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him! Is he one of the men who are
cutting up
l was silent and after minute she
handed me quarter and said she
wanted TO see me again. When she
came down, she was with her husband,
and both looked mad AS she left the
elevator she sort OF winked at me, and
I knew she'd be back next day. Next
morning | bought a bouquet for 30
cents and sent il in TO the stenographer
in room No. 80, and two hours later the
fat woman came waddling in | saw
suspicion in her eye while she was
yet 20 feet away and as she got into
the elevator she handed me a dollar
bill and said
"Now, bub, l want TO know about
these men. Do they smile at the type
writers as they ride up and down?"
''They do, ma'am."
''And they talk with emp"
yes; they whisper behind my back"
80 they whisper do they? Nice
state of affairs. And do they go out
to lunch together"
Every day, ma am"
'They do, Ell? l suspected as much.
Now, boy, l want the truth from you.
You must know my husband by sight:'
"Yes'm.'
and is he one of the firters?"
was silent.
$50 he's flirting with the typewrit-
ers, is he" she said as her breath came
hoarsely. He never wants me to
come down and lunch with him, and
the reason is because he's taking some
one else out. Boy, your silence tells
me am right
II don't want to get anybody into
trouble" replied, but if was a mar
ried man l wouldn't send bouquets to
room No %. One went there this
morning"
"Ah. Got TO sending bouquets, has
he! | haven't had shillings' worth
of flowers in the last five years. but
he can send bouquets to typewriters.
Well, we'll see about it. Room %, Ell?
Land me at that floor
But you won't give me away,
ma'am?" l asked.
''Of course not. You've done me q
great favor, and I'm much obliged to
think | have little surprise on hand
for James Hopewell.'
She also had one for somebody else.
She walked into room 81 and the bou-
quet was on a table and the stenog-
rapher was at work. The bouquet
went sailing across the room from a
blow of the fat woman's parasol, and
then She stood before the surprised
stenographer and told her what was
what. The row lasted ten minutes.
and they had TO threaten her with the
police before She would 30 out. She
went from - to -, and what happened
there no one could tell. The brick man
happened to be alone and his wife
locked the door on him and sailed in.
When she came out she went down the
other elevator. and the boy said her
hair was down, her hat broken and
her shirt waist torn in three or four
places. An hour later Mr.. Hopewell
asked if | wouldn't please be So kind
as to step up TO his office a few min
utes. | put my slungshot In my pocket
and prepared to sell my life dearly, but
he met me with smile and shook
hands. He had seven or eight
scratches on his face and had lost con-
siderable hair and half his buttons.
"Sammis," said he, as he handed me
So bill this is for the mortgage"
"Thank you, SIR
"And others will follow and we shall
be the best of friends. I'm a little
slow, Sammis. but | finally get around
to recognize true merit. You've got il
and | want to be friends with you.
Just how you managed to bring about
this little affair | don't know, but
please don't do it again. That is, work
it off on some one else. That's all to-
day, my dear boy-ta ia"
| went down and told Mr.. Rasher all
about it, and though he said he would
disturbance among tenants, he added
that it was positively wonderful how
my merits We're being recognized and
the money rolling in to pay off that
mortgage. Mr.. Hopewell and | are
quite chummy now, and | shall be glad
TO continue the friendship. When a
tenant who has sized me up wrong adj
mits his mistake and holds out the fra
ternal hand. he Will always find one
who viii meet him half way in Sam
mis-, the elevator boy. VI. QUAD