The Butte inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1901-1912, 1901-10-07
SOME GOOD SHORT STORIES

!. afternoon he was on his way home and.
under the soothing influence of a good
cigar. was beginning to forget the days
worries, when a woman pushed in along
side of him. There were vacant seats
elsewhere in the car and Mr.. Man resent
ed the invasion. His feelings We're not
smoothed down any by noticing that the
woman seemed annoyed when his smoke
blew her way. This was too much. Mr..
Man thought hard for a moment and
( then turned to his fair neighbor with the
Hemark, uttered in his very politest man
per;
>, You may smoke if you please in this
car, madam"
From the furious look with which the
lady transfixed him Mr.. Man was proud
to see that his shot had told. At the
next stop the indignant lady changed to
a seat further forward and Mr. Man was
in the best of humor till bedtime.
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A French woman has invented a new
plan for securing contributions for char
ty. She is a great favorite in her own
circle. Recently while staying at a
country place near Paris she attended
charity fete. One of her men friends
sought her hand for a dance and the
lady said:
With pleasure. Twenty francs.
please"
Il beg your pardon" said the puzzled
mar Il had the honor to ask lou for
a waltz"
''To be sure" said mademoiselle. 81
thought it was a quadrille. A waltz will
be 40 francs"
Then she explained that for that even
ing she was dancing for the poor and her
partners must contribute. The other
bellies took up the idea and the result
was handsome increase in the fund.
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This amusing story is told by the pres
ident of New Bedford bank. and if it
has seen the light of print. don't know
it, says a writer in the Boston Herald.
One day not long ago he and other Off
GERS and directors were engaged in
business meeting, held in the directors
room of the bank, and as they believed
thmselves secure from intrusion, We're
much surprised to see a poor little waif
enter the room, something which man
of business affairs would not dare to do
under such conditions. The little girl,
stability clothed and pinched-looking,
had all unconsciously entered the for
ebidden ground. but this she didn't real
ize, and at once went to the men seated
at the big table, Offering them small
cakes of soap for sale. The very first
director whom she approached shook his
head, impatient at the interruption of
business, and said sharply: Il never
use It," The tiny peddler, una'bashed,
went from man to man, all the others,
out of pity for her wan little figure, buy
ing of her. AS she started to leave the
room, after thanking each purchaser, the
girl hesitated in. front of the director
who never used soap, according to his
own declaration. and, looking him over
from head to foot, said, disdainfully:
"Well, yer look it," and then she swept
out like a duchess.
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II have experienced the most curious
condolences the past year imaginable"
said tn bachelor. IT was taking that
always beautiful coaching trip from Cork
to the lakes of Killarney. Seated beside
me on top of the coach was a fine look
ing Englishman of about so years of age.
Learning that was an American, he be-
came much interested, and asked me
numerous questions as to our politics,
social life, etc, all most intelligent and
some rather hard to answer. Suddenly
we noticed along the road the queerest
old countryman imaginable. His anti
quated clothes and venerable hat drew
from me unconsciously the expressions:
There's an old "yap' going to town,
suppose. In New York the bunco steer
ers would soon get hold of him.
MY companion looked at me very
curiously and said: Il beg your pardon,
but what did you call that old chap"
''I said he was 'yap,"' l replied.
"'Will you kindly tell me wha- you
mean by yap?' said my neighbor.
- "'Oh, it's an American EXPRESSION 1
replied. 1T means an innocent country
man--a-a-a-grceny, in fact-a JAY
The Englshman looked fixedly at me
moment put his hand in his pocket,
pulled out his cardcase, and. gravely
extracting his card, handed it to me.
Imagine my feelings! The card was in
scribed Mr.. Richard Yap.' New York
Times.