The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-09-27
cHIMMIE FADDEN ON THE
 GENEROSITY OF WOMEN
BY EDWARD W. TowNsrND. Copyright, 1908, by Robert Howard Russell.

de building. so I won't say dat 1t don't cost noting to go up in dis building. But, Ma'am. if you and Chimmie isn't looking for a divoice, and hasn't a dead sure tip you're going to play on stocks, why. 1t won't cost you a cent. to go up, or down"
 He gives us de key to de door dat let
 us out on de roof. and we left de ele- vator at its last stop, and makes for de roof
 Was you ever on de roof of one of dose mile-highers? Say, dey is great: dere
 was little cottage-and not 90 very little
 at dat-right on de roof. where de janitor
 and his wife and kiddies lived; and de
 janitor's wife was gossiping wit a neigh
 bor on anodder roof and de kiddies was
 playing around like dey was on de ground
 In deir own back yards, instead of up
 among de clouds. Tn de corner was a
 painter mug. painting a picture of what
 he seen, and if he gets half of it in. itn
 be wonder; only folks won't believe it;
 for you is looking down on de Brooklyn
 bridge. instead of rubbering to look up
 at it.
 Duchess goes up and peeps at de pic ture, tofns her head wit one ear down
 and one up, squints her peppers. makes a meglephone of her hands and puts 1t to her eyes. and den, side steps, and gives VI fall off de roof wit excitement, and wtnks to me to catch on. So I says sPchee!" and My, my!' and Wow" and won- dered wedder I was to knock de picture or press agent 1t. De artis toins around and sees Duchess blinking like de picture
 was so fine it nearly binder her; and me, catching on. says Gan you beat 1t? De finest ever?"
 Den de artis says someting in French oh A-A | and we was soon gazing gaily-gaily; Duchess explaining to me what he said; and de foist ting knowed de ting hap pened dat Duchess was playing for-de mug asks us would we lunch wit him. He digs out of . satchel a bottle of claret. some goo-goo stun dat Duchess calls patty. and some cheese. and sand- wiches, and in a minute we was lunching
 and talking art to beat de band-up dere
 in de sky! Duchess said tings to de artis dat she told him I'd said. till he asked
 was I artis. too; so she must done me
 fair; and when she says l was not an artis. only lover of art-like his-he passes her over little picture of de big one he was doing, and eays would we accept 1t wit his compliments-from what Duch- ess explains to me, for he could only talk her kind of Dago.
 We'll. when we'd rode up and down in de elevator a dozen times for Duchess to get her i'll of a free snap-dough 1t made her sick-we went on our way, and in de street she tell me dat dc artis was . top liner. for fair; dat she'd read in de papes about him. and dat de picture was wort good poodle.
 On de level. dat was no pipe. I soon found out, for I says dat if it was what she said, and de artis was a top-notcher, I could sell 1t to a paper, like a mice. We chases to Park Row, and goes to de boss in charge of de picture end of de newspaper shop. and I flashes it out to him, and asks him did he want it. He looks at de name signed. and den he says in a hurry, dat he could use 1t, and would
 give five for 1t.
 "on your way!' I says. Five for