The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1901-02-10

the man should see it.
1T amt "zactly a fiatterin' likeness"
chuckled the lad TO himself.
Williams, who drew pictures for va
rious magazines. Kept house in a tiny
nat with two other artists. They had
no servant and got up their own meals;
and they made the work seem like play.
SO joyial and good natured were they
about ID ALL Williams could make a
fine cup OF coffee and Peter was not to
be beaten as a concoctor of omelette.
Then Waitner, the third OF this happy
family, could prepare salad dressing to
suit the kings taste so after all they
asked one another what was the use
in hiring a cook? Williams was busy at
work sketching out a picture on a shees
of bristol board and humming cheerily
10 himself the while. He had work in
plenty for a month 10 come which was
a pleasant prospect in itself. Then that
evening a great artist was coming to sup
with them. wherefore the order for crack
ers ana pineapple cheese. Williams had
known the great artist when they had
been fellow students in Paris three or
four years before.
The twelve o'clock whistle blew and
Williams aaid down his pencil His two
friends We're employed on "A newspaper
during the day and so Williams was ac-
customed to get his own lunch at home
or when his purse would allow he would
dine at cheap restaurant There was
rumble and bump in the dumb
waiter shaft
"Ahr thought Williams, the cheese
has arrived"
"All rightY he yelled down the shaft.
as he emptied the grocer's basket OF
| the contents.
de boss says fer youse to pay cash
| or l wasn't to leave de stuff!' came
from Larry, down below
This was not a polite way of putting
| il, but Larry had never been taught
| manners.
You and your boss can go to the dick
ens! retorted Williams holly, for he
felt insuited. And he slammed the dumb
waiter down too.
With the energy of despair Larry yell
/ led up the dumb-waiter shaft, calling
the artist all the strange and impolite
names he could think of till the burly old
| ianitor seized the boy by his coat collar
and flung him into the street. He and
his basket lay there in "A heap while
hot tears rained down the grimy face.
| Il wish I was dead" he sobbed. Then
he rose to his feet with a defiant CLEAN
in his eyes. 81 wish l was big enough
| to lick 'Dutehy-or or somebody" he
| added
| 1t was a sorry little figure that stood
before the fat grocer ten minutes later.
| SO you leaved de tings und got no pay
! fer emp growled that worthy. Now
| tell You, vet YOU do. Tonight about
| seven YOU go. to the front door und ring
| de bell for the top fiat und ven it opens
| init a clack you march up stairs as bold
| as brass and walk in and say Mr.. VIII.
| liams dat l must have my money. He'll
| be havn company und he won't want
| no fuss-see?-Ef you don't get de money
| you surely get fired-den! and the grocer
| brought his fist down on the counter with
such force as to upset bottle of pickles.
| Williams and his friend the great
artist were smoking two very black
1 cigars when the ball rang and mo-
/ ment later Larry comes limping into the
i room, a pathetic little figure, shrinking
| from the cuffs he expected and yet afraid
not to do as he was bid.
Say, mister!' ne said in a high shrill
| voice, bracing himself against the wall.
| you amt de kind of bloke to chuck a
feller outer his job-are yer?" he added
| brokenly, with the tears swelling up in
his eyes again.
| But Mr.. Williams didn't seem to be
| hearing what the lad was saying Then
| Larry noticed that the two artists were
! gazing intently az a piece of paper which
| Williams held in his hand.
| Say, boy!" he asked sharply, "who did
this" and he held out Larry's rough
| sketch of his boss.
1 The boy redeemed and shifted uneasily
| on his feet. s,e
eyer won't tell on me if I ten?' he
implored.