The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-11-19

individual for a whole minute, and as
he stared ais eyes grew until they ap-
peared to be sticking out of his head.
He could not help it, for but a moment
before he would have sworn that the
sporting editor was wearing white sairt
and now he was confronted by dream
in purple.
What's the malter?" asked the sporting
editor, appearing surprised at the long
stare.
.'Ha, ha,' laughed the little man;
''say. but that's a warm shirt you re
sporting this morning
whats the matter with this shirt 2?
asked the sporting editor in tone that
threatened trouble.
ooh, nothing, nothing, answered the
little man fearful of losing his assist
ance
'sWen, come on with the story them
The little man looked at his notes and
started to read He furnished the street
number of a well known residence and
taen paused to explain that it was a
case of house-breaking.
you see it was this The little
man stopped and c1utched at the desk.
In front of him he saw the same sporting
editor, but tGat shirt-front was now a
bowling yellow creation.
Come on with the story ordered the
sporting editor as he tapped his pencil
impatiently on the desk.
"But-but that shirt stammered the
little man.
whats the matter with you this
morning." inquired the friend in need,
'.you appear 10 be slightly to the willies.
Get busy with your tale or you write the
story yourself"
Again the little man began and again
he looked over toward the sporting edi-
tor. His red face tried to turn white
and he tottered in his chair He rubbed
his bald head and then hitched at his
coat sleeves.
''That shirt" he gasped, that shirt
for the sporting editor now displayed a
gorgeous wallpaper design shirt-front of
green, crimson and white.
See, here" shouted the sporting edi-
tor in an angry voice, what aiS you
this morning. This shirt is my shirt L
only paid IS cents for it, but it is good,
plain, white shirt, and if you can wear
better ones I don't care rap, but don't
you begin getting personal about this
shirt
"a white shirt?' asked the little man
with almost a sob in his voice. You
don't mean to say that the shirt you are
wearing is a white shirt?''
Certainly it's white, plain white and
much to the bad this morning. Ask
some of the other bays the color of this
shirt
The little man turned to the Office boy
and crooked a finger. AS the boy ap-
preached he caught the wink of the
sporting editors eye.
Boy, tell the truth when I ask you
a question: ordered the little man.
What is the color of that mans shirt
front?
ITS white,'' replied the boy.
The little man sat stunned. He reach
ed up at the gas jet over his head and
found it there and then he felt carefully
the top OF his desk. Then he looked
again at the shirt-front and shook his
head.
II knew it. I knew it, he sobbed, 81
knew I would get to them if kept this
Up. Get the straps! get the straps, for
I'll be violent In another minute.
The sporting editor laughed a merry
laugh that brought the little mans head
up from the table.
Here. Hotstuff. he shouted, its only
joke and the little man saw extended
toward him one of those circular six
colored trick shirt-fronts that the street
faidrs distribute at 10 cents apiece.
The joy coming to the little man with
the rebound was great but the surprise
of the sporting editor was to be greater
for with wave of the hand the little
man waved the trick away.
II knew it al the time he chuckled
with a nerve that won the sporting ed
itor's admiration 81 was just stringing
you along all the time. I guess it's up to
you to buy Oh miserable cards, Hey?s