The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1901-07-04

and Begging Pardon. He had read IN
a Book somewhere that he who is C;e,,-
tie and Considerate viii find Sunshine
wherever he goes. but one cannot de-
pend on these Weather Predictions
tie had been casting his Bread on the
Waters for many Years without get
ting any Returns so far as he could fig-
ure. He had been scattering Seeds of
kindness. hut there had been a steady
Failure OF Crops, Sometimes Mr.. Meek
would suspect that there WAS some
thing wrong with his System Ii
seemed to him that those who got out
and made Rough House and walked
on other People usually secured Seats
at the First Table while the difIident
and unobtrusive kind got nothing bet
ter than a belated Whack at what was
left over
In this same Town of Chicago there
was man named Covington Beefer.
lie was walking Thunder Cloud and
showed his Teeth when he talked. He
worked along on the Principle that a
Man is Entitled to anything he can
Get. He wouldn't take anything that
was Spiked Down unless he happend
to have a Nail Fuller with him. Mr..
Beefer was good to himself He was
self-made Business Shark who had
neglected to read UP on the Brother
hood of Man.
Mr.. Meek carried enough Milk OF
Human Kindness to stock fair-sized
Creamery. He could not find it in his
Heart to buck through line Of Shop
pers extending across the Sidewalk or
give frail Newsboy the Knee in order
to hurry him out of the way, SO when
he was on the street they usually had
him Hemmed In like piece of Inser
ton and he was habitually late In ar
irving at the Office.
Mr.. Beefer, however, would nave up
the Street in Bee Line throwing
tender young Girls and doddering old
Gentlemen off into the Cutters, cutting
through covey Of Women. regardless
and lifting them right and left like a
Street Sweeper. He never lost any
Time, and therefore had a Reputation
for Punctuality.
In the Evening when it came time
to go Home. Mr.. Beefer would heave
his way through the Swarm, drag Peo-
pie off the Platform. bunch his way
into the Car, pull a Small Boy out of q
Seat and Squat in Comfort all the way
home. reading his Evening Paper. Mr..
Meek would fuss from the outskirts
Of the Crowd and be shunted back and
forth few times. He did not believe
in unseemly Haste and Rudeness, so
he would wait for others to get aboard
rather than work the Elbow Grind on
refined Ladies, and as a consequence
he usually had the Privilege of riding
on the back Bumper.
But it was in the Restaurant that
the soft-spoken and forbearing Mr..
Meek got all that was coming to him.
A Waiter would bring a clammy nap
kin and a glassful of shattered Ice and
then he would go away and never
come back. Mr.. Meek would sit there
and Moan and .Murmur. occasionally
lifting his Finger. but they couldn't see
him. And what would Mr.. Covington
Beefer do in this same quick-action
Feedery? He would come in and de-
mand a Table all to himself and unless
they gave him a clocIswork Service the
moment he sat down, he would pound
on the Table and send for the Head
Waiter and want to know what kind
OF a third-class Joint they were run
ming. Then the Head Waiter would
apologize and put the German Curse
on waiter number 19 for neglecting one
Of their best Customers In couple of
minutes Mr.. Beefer would have nearly