The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1901-10-18

| in a missionary society receives Que
: credit for everything she does in that
| organization. If she reads a paper she
| is congratulated till she really must be-
! lieve she has accomplished something.
If she makes a speech she is almost
kissed-in fact, she sometimes is kissed.
| She sings a solo-her voice is pro-
| nounced exquisite. In fact, there is no
envy among missionary women. The
| cause for which the labor seems to
unity them. They set one another up
/ on little pedestals, and for one woman
| to set another on a pedestal is an oc-
! currence so rare as to be worthy a
place in history.
| The subject of the young man, caller
has furnished many tale for the com
ic papers, but in real life things just as
| funny happen. A girl of decidedly
prepossessing appearance and kittenish
manners, which men seem to think so
| fascinating, had a caller Tuesday
night. He was introduced to the fam
| lily and stayed in the dim retreat Of
the parlor long after lights were out
| in other parts of the house, and the
| family were sleeping soundly.
| The girl said, as the fellow left in
the grey light of 1 o'clock: "Oh, 1 for
got to tell you, the family will be away
| tomorrow night, no that's tonight, isn't
| 1t I shall be here all alone"
| The hint was we'll taken, and hardly
had the family left home on the next
evening than the ardent youth hove in
sight, and the pretty little drama was
again enacted in the parfor. Time flew
on wings of a bird and that certain
serenity that pervades human hearts
in the quiet of the night was rudely
broken by steps crunching up the
graveled sidewalk. "Oh dear; there
are the folks now'
The young man, while naturally
| brave, was startled. He had no desire
to be seen the second night, after max
ing so long a call on the previous
evening. Let me out of the back
door" he whispered in a husky muir
muir. The girl flew lightly to the door
in the kitchen, but the young man
stumbled over chair the dog awoke
and began to bark, and the owner of
the house coming through the hall on
dead RIM, hearing his daughter cry
out, her smothered tones of alarm min
gled with the 'yipping" of the pup,
plunged like a halfback into the WISH
tor who, in turn, gave him a fierce stab
with his cane. There was roughhouse
for a minute.
WheE at last the lamp in the kitchen
was lighted and explanations were
made, the young man sped forth in
the darkness. his whole frame shaken
with conflicting emotions, and the
worst blow of all was the maddening
thought that in the midst of his woes,
with fathers muscular fingers about
the throat of a supposed burglar he
heard a laugh from the girl for whose
sake he had risked that second call.
The nearest approach to Chuck
Connors is a fellow who dropped in
town recently to aid in the separating
of a number of Worcester people from
their money. The fact of the matter
is he has Chuck" Connors tied to
lamp post when 1t comes to doing the
fancy Bowery fluff" motions AS for
talk he is the worst ever. His desc,
dose and DEM" would charm the deni-
zens of the toughest portion of the ia
nous New York thoroughfare. 1 was
rather shocked last night when I saw
this wonderful individual meandering
down Front Street with a dog at his
heels. 1t was natural he would have a
dog, but not a true bred fox terrier.
The homeliest bull dog would be the
cur for this chap.
A Socialist friend of mine has a
unique publication from the stock of
publisher who became recently defunct
1t was written in 1896 and deals with
prospective conditions between 1896
and 1906, in which latter year the story
prophesies the formation of hundred
billion dollar trust. My friend claims
that the time included in the prophecy
has half elapsed, bringing a billion dol
lar trust. Now a billion dollar trust,
he says, is relatively as much greater
than any trust existing when the book
was written as the hundred billion
dollar trust would be greater than the
present combination. Hence he con-
cludes that in five years more the in
dustries of the country will be all in
cluded in a great hundred billion dollar
combination and as he believes this
combination will be socialized within
two years later, he fixes the latest date
for the socialistic millennium not more
than 10 years away. Perhaps he is
mistaken.
Fifteen rats were caught Tuesday in
ordinary wire traps in a we'll known
grocery near Chandler Street. They
were alive of course, and the elements
of the previous day and night. COM
bined with the work being done in
retracking Main Street by the Console
dated Street Railway Company. fur-
nshed the means of execution. The
rain had filled the gutter between the
tracks to a depth of several inches. In
to this improvised canal the vendors
of groceries thrust the wire traps with
the helpless victims and after mo-
mentary disturbance of the otherwise
placid waters the rats ceased to exist.
A frisky pup. who makes daily visits
to the grocery for the purpose of eX-
terminating the "varmints" as they are
released from the traps, was the ckief
mourner at the obsequies.
You perhaps have noticed that the
three-minute schedule on the main line
of the Worcester Consolidated Street
Railway is a delusion and a snare. I
got up against 1t good and hard last
night and I know I had a lot of COM
pany, judging from the remarks I
heard among my fellow passengers.
got to the corner of Main and Walnut
Streets at 6.22, hungry as a bear. and
waited for car to take me home to
supper. l had waited until $40 and by
that time the crowd at the corner had
increased to seven and they were all
muttering things. Well, after supper,
/ had an assignment to cover at the
South End and I waited for a car to
come back to the city. 1t was SIS
when reached the corner of Grand and
Main Streets and there was not a head
light in sight, coming the way 1 wanted
IT, But there were nine cars headed