The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1903-05-02

smiles and waited for the avalanche
which was to mean so much to him. He
figured on an early spring vacation at
the seashore and one of those new over
coats which have belt half way around
the back of them.
Then came election night. and, Of
course, 'Bosey" was busy. He had
glimpsed the afternoon papers however.
and saw that there was an extremely
heavy vote, considering the weather and
it made him even more secure in his con-
viction that the oVercoat and the spring
vacation were his. He wandered into the
office some time after 10 o'clock that
evening from his assignment, and there
was a sort of gloom there he could not
understand. Fellows were figuring fe
verishly, and he began to have dreams
that perhaps Haymaker had run away
with the city, and he was sore at him
self that he had not borrowed some more
money with which to back up his faith
and the foresight of the political re-
porter
But at last he heard the news. The
election was conceded to Hays. and it
upset him so much that at first he could
not find q key on the board of his type
writer. He Thought at first he had type
writer's cramp, but it turned out he only
had the gamblers crouch, and he did not
know the difference. However. he got
through his work without saying a word
to anybody that he did not have to. and
when at last his nights work was fin
quarter remaining to him in the world,
with pay day a week ahead. He figured
that If he remained up until j o'clock
and took a daylight car he could have a
lucent lunch, with a nickel TO bring him
down town the next day, and he did.
But the political reporter knew that
"Bosey" had staked mis- all on the cleo
ton, and he passed around the word that
''Bosey" had gone broke. Next night
when the reporter came to work there
were many eyes cast in his direction
when he entered the office hungry
enough to eat his typewriter desk and
mad enough to fight a Kilkenny cat
First of ALL it was the biggest reporter
in the office who came to him. The
giant was once a cowboy and was known
to be there with the goods in rough and
tumble. He solemnly handed fistful
of lead pencil stumps to 'Bosey," say
ing, This may help you out
''Bosey'' did not want to give the snap
away, and he took them with his usual
smile. Then a faded typewriter ribbon
which was responsible for many muir
der story on week days and sermons on
Sundays, was put on his desk by the
fellow who does police. Even the dainty
little, society editor, with her skirts
punched in her hand came forward and
proffered an orange from her lunch.
This was the real goods, and "Bosey''
was Just hungry enough to eat this Of
fering. Finally. after all the members
of the staff had been told of his wiping
out. and in turn had given him rusty
knife, bit of lead as a paperweight,
bunch of copy paper. Canadian dime
from the financial man and sundry other
things. useless and not edible, the office
boy, who had noticed the pilgrimages
with his eagle eye. thought it was up to
him to present this smiling man with
something. He had his lunch in a box.
and about midnight ambed up to
I. Bosey, last and most innocent of all
the gang. and with a bashful smirk said:
'Everything's coming your way to-
night, so here's a slice of my pie
And tBosey" answered:
Now, you're talking"