The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1902-05-05
\ VIEWS OF
Y A WOMAN
r. HE young man who goes round counting Up
the lightning you burn, may appear to you
L to have very comfortable situation, but

n HE young man who goes round counting u
the lightning you burn, may appear to yot
L to have a very comfortable situation hui
it is my opinion that he finds it has dis
advantages. In the first place there is always the
danger Of getting shock from the light wire,
that is ! should naturally suppose there are dan.
gers. Then the meter-thng is always in some
t.of-the way spot, so it is no wonder that tho
Electric Light company employs athletes. Some
Of the acrobatic feats they have TO attempt in
order even to put up bluff of reading the meter
thrilling.
There is one young man with curly hair and a
sunshiny smile. who is probably about ready to
throw up his job, which is that of prowling about
the residence sections of the city to see what the
meters register.
sometimes wish ] could de- he said plain.
lively yesterday. But then when get chance
from live wire Just naturally Dodge
"lt is these people who never had electric
lights in the house before who are making my
hair gray he continued.
"1hcy have heard that electricity costs more
than gas and they are generally bound to see
about it, and l have to do an imitation OF a
phonograpl that's had Marconi and Edison and
all the other buffers talk into il for 4 stoady
year. They try to beat me down in my records
and they declare that nobody has taken the
meter for six months and they just know the
company is guessing at it,"
''Oncc, u DC uaSnrN " 4 woman uluh lakc
away my ladder after had climbed up to the at
tic and she wouldn't bring il back till I'd prom
iscd my oath that I'd return the record less
than it was May be that man won't howl when
he gets his April bill.'
Tho pleasant faced young man had his own
troubles the past week. At OF the horses
where he called the lady said in a disappointed
tone: Dear me. I thought you were the man
with the wall paper samples" and she seemed
to blame him because he wasn't. He had a nice
rcd book real Pompean red. and it had loose
huttering leaves. OF course it looked like wall
paper samples and should have been
My lady directed him to various impossible
places in the house to look for the meter. "I'm
s,r it's in the cellar" she said hopefully. at
II wheels hasn't 1t and a clock.thng such as
on an automobilc?" lie appeared to be du-
ous about its being located in the cellar, and
lid he wasn't up on automobiles, but she was
that he followed her down and she led him
triunphantly TO the gauge which regulates the
steam heat. .>
Then she remembered that here was something
that must surely be a meter the haak OF the
coal bin which had recently he I, filled, and in
sisted upon his burrowing several Nct in the coal,
where he found cold air box whi>A belonged to
a hot air furnace now in disusc.
After she had induced him to look at the
SrouHu WHO oI thc telepioHe ana llS!)fct pal-
ent pillow sham holder left high upon the cellar
wall by the last occupants Of the house and had
earnestly advised him to examine the coal shed
in the rear Of the lot he grew very determined
and declared that he should ascend to the attic.
'But one ever goes up into that atti1!"
she exclaimed. "Nobody can. There isn't any
staircase. IL there, Molly?" appealing to her
sister. But he mentioned tie possibilities of n
step ladder and laboriouSly dragged it up from
the cellar to the third floor. amid warnings not
to mar the newly papered walls, only to ind it
several feet short of reaching the aperture in the
ceiling covered by trap door.
Then began a search for another ladder which
she knew she had somewhere. lie looked in
tine cellar and the back ward, and finally located
it near the roof OF the beioreneni oned coal shed
1t was black with the dust of ages and the neat
looking young man would have done model
for tramp by the time he c!ambcred into that
attic.
Then my lady sat down at the foot Of the lad.
der and ncrrogated the unhappy agent of the
electric light company 'Pm SIRE il doesn't tell
the truth" she asserted trying contorton act