The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-01-28
LEARNING THEyAI,UE oFA CENT

LEARNING THE VALUE OF A CENT
 Jenkins is rich youth who lives near tWenty-ffrst street and Michigan ave- nue. Saturday night he put on his evening clothes and went down town to the theater After the theater lie was asked to take supper with some friends. After supper he sat talking until mid night. leaving just in time to catch the last Cottage Grove cable train south.
 Jenkins had been up late every night for more than week before, and was l extremely sleepy as he climbed on board the car. He felt in his pocket for car fare, and finally succeeded in find ing nickel and four pennies. "Oh, we'll" he said to himself "I'll only need five cents anyhow, so what's the difference?"
 T want to get off at Twenty-first ; street." he said to the conductor, as he handed over the nickel.
 Then Jenkins leaned back in the cor ner of the car and went sound asleep. He was having a fine sleep when the conductor grasped him by the shoulder and shook him into consciousness.
 Here you are," said the conductor, and Jenkins still half asleep, tumbled off the car on to the pavement, while the gripman, in a hurry to finish his last trip, got a quick grip on the rope and sent his train swinging away to the south.
 Jenkins rubbed his eyes and looked around him. Somehow the surround ings did not look familiar. He failed to recognize any of the buildings which stand about Twenty-frst street and Wabash avenue. He walked over to a lamp-post. On the street sign was printed "Sixty-first." Whereupon Jenkins said some things not complimentary to the good sense of street car conductors.
 Now I'll have to wait for an owl car" he gfowled to himself, land it'll take me a couple of hours to get down home to Twenty-first street."
 Then an awful thought came to him. He had only four cents in his pocket and was five miles from home without a friend within touching distance. An owl car came along, and went jingling past, while Jenkins still stood and won dered what on earth he had better do. The idea of walking five miles or more on below zero morning did not appeal to him. But there seemed nothing else to do. He had walked, perhaps, mile when a two-horse, covered wagon came rumbling along. The end gate hap pened to he down, and Jenkins climbed in, evening clothes, top hat and all. The driver did not see him, and he felt it was not likely that any of his aris- tocratic friends would be abroad at that hour of the morning. Half mile north the wagon turned west and Jenkins dropped off. The ride had made him still colder, and he shivered at the pros pect of walking more than three miles further in the face of the icy wind, Far down to the south he could hear the dangling bells of another owl car coming in his direction. If he could only get hold of another copper cent. He was walking along with his head down when under the glare of an cleo tric light his eye caught metallic g1eam. He fairly rushed to pick it up and see what it was.
  cent! Now, all at once, Jenkins felt as rich as a lord. He could ride. He stopped the car with the air of a prince, and got on board, carefully clutching the five precious coppers in his hand.
 And all the way down to his home he sat thinking of the new idea of the val ue of money which had come to him. He is a partner in real estate firm which pays him two hundred dollars a week, but never before had he known the real value of cent For one thing, he declares that never again will he re- fuse the request of a street beggar who asks for a nickel or dime. And he has cut his unnecessary expenses down to the last possible cent.
 "If I develop into first-class mlser, he says, "you will know the reason why."-Chicago Tribune.