The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1903-12-23

| h" himself were wortl Il few million or
SO he might he didn't commit himself
| upon the subject. however even in his
thoughts--he might blow his fnthcr to
| Il pipe SON" time. This cuuSidrrate
sentiment, he reasoned. justified his re-
| ply 10 the iI!lilanthropiSt.
well, we'll" remarked the latter
| glanclng down at the disintcrcstcd
| specimen before him. but what would
| you like to have now for Christmas"
R"dn"y shnnl: his head. %! a!n't per
| teller about mcsclf. If | could git that
| there pI.c an" he added ms he scent
| eI possibilities heretofore unsupported,
''an' Il good bit OF smokin' toDucco an
| one of them there rubber things TO put
| it In say, II could do that for the old
man-say. An wouldn't he feel stuck
on hissrlf! But, gee. wots lie use? ]
can't do 1t, SO / might as well be go
in"
He made this last remark because hc
knew intuitivcly that brcrity, which is.
the soul OF wit, Is also the essential In
charitable enterprises Good impulses
don't last forever. so he moved of,
The big man looked UP ana down the
street to see II he was observed, then
he stretched forth his hand nnd cnn.ht
Ralnry by the arm.
"lIcrc, my boy" he exclaimed gently
as lie showed Il five dollar bill into Mr.
Rcdncy Burkes reluctant grasp-"hcre
go and get the pipe for your father und
then 20 and get something for = for
yourself. and-and have mt least ono
happy Christmas that you can look
back upon" His eyes glistened bit
as he SAID IT, and. to his credit be 1t said
he did not regret the impulse or the do
nation for full two hours thereafter.
Tanks" said Mr. Burke, with bit
Of n scrapc and stiff sort Of bow
tanks from me un' INC old man."
The next day there was queer for
nation In an unfrcquented corner Of
the play yard OF the Fourteenth ward
school. This formation resemblcd more
than anything else m Eskimo hut, but
composed, instead Of inanimute ma
terinl of very animated and Interested
crowd Of boys gathered around COIN.
mon center. From the aperture In the
top Of this human Eskimo dwelling,
and therefore hcight"ning the illusion,
assembled II column Of smoke, ard ns It
assembled to the skies there came ii
voice from within.
Gee, fcllers!' said the voice "Gee,
but nin't this great? 1t was the voice
of Mr.. Hedney Burke. the votury OF my
Lady Nicotine. the center of m admir-.
Ing crowd. lie smoked Il pipe--the pipe
nP n jc j,nn 10
rubber case.
Just fits in me pants pocket" he OBJ
served. And as he said it he pulled out
few dollar bills and exhibited them.
"An' l got four more plunks left!
What dye t'ink?" he snid.
Later. In the clnss room. the teacher
lifted her head high in the mir and
shifted.
"Some boy" she remarked severely,
"has been smoking. want to know
who it Is"
She lookcd-not around the room-but
directly ut Mr.. Redney Burke. He fair
iy reckei with iubucco, uiii iie knew It.
Under the circumstances therefore,
he side stepped with nlacrity into the
aisle and looked squnrcly into the
teachers eyes.
Me old wo-me mother" he explain
ed glibly-"me mother had smokin'
jag Oh ycstiddy. an had to stay home
an fill her pipes. an me cloes Is full
Of it. 1t ain't me; It's her. Dye see"
Then he whipped out small, new
leather pocketbook with brand new
penny in it and handed it over. "An n
merry Christmas to you, Miss Burt
whistler he remarked.