Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-12-21

tapped the question: -ave in New York?'
 Brooklyn she replied.
 Sad story, yours was his come back.
 Wouldn't live anywhere else for the mint she tapped.
 That's right-stick up for your own village green was his reply.
 Well, simply couldn't resist the i'm. pulse to get in then. Twas through with my dinner and ready to leave the dining car. folded up my paper and pushed back my chair. Then took hold of my knife and drummed this on the water ibottle:
 Enjoy yourselves while you're voting, children. Don't you mind grIz- zled old fogies like me-
 When dropped the knife and glanced across the aisle at them in a sort of sidelong way they were both regarding me with broad smiles.
 The ice was broken We all sat around one table, had more coffee and chatted for awhile.
 The young man was connected with one of the big life insurance companies in New York. The young woman was the business manager of fashion pub lcation. Both of them had learned key punching in their teens and had worked at it in branch of1ces.
 They were a wholesome, clean-mind- cd pair of young people who had been lighting the battle of life almost since their childhood. I noticed that he was Juggling her hand traps, as well as his own, going toward the ferry after leav! ing the train. And so, who knows? should like to hear Of that as the solu- ton of their innocent little water bottle filtration in Morse.
 That experience was more pleasant than one in which ! was a locker on, but not participant, in a Pennsylvania city few years ago. Tn the PennsyIva- mia city met an old-tfme key-pounder alongside of whom I worked out west years ago. He insisted upon taking me to his boarding house for dinner, and ! went along.l It wasa boarding house patronized largely by the telegraphers of the town. There were about dozen of them sround the big table when ! sat down with my Old-tiIne friend. Most of them were seasoned chaps. The meal was hardly under way before a very awkward-loo ooking red-haired man came into the dfning-room with some what countrided looking woman. Their clothes looked mighty new and gtiff. They'd have struck anybody as bride and groom. The bunch at the big table sized them up as they sat down at a small table placed in the basement bow window. Then the key-punching Tndi- ans began to drum things on their platea with their knives. Itwas regular mug ketry fire of cracks
 Cute dre sale hair that boy's got. Swell gag, this boarding house honey incoming thing, hey?' Wonder what that mess of marrying togs set him back? ]? Oh, fury, fury, such q spliced. edness!' Oh, girls, wonder what she could see in him!' Wonder if he's wearing pink crocheted suspenders to match that tie?'-that's the sort of rata. plan those key hammers were rapping on their plates with their knives until the red-haired man stood at his table. thrust his hands into his trousers pock. cts, and looked tho gang over grouchily.
 Just for the sake of easing the minds of you inquisitive pimpleheads,' the red- haired man said amid the silence-for they quit their drumming mighty suddenly when he stood up and looked them over in that way-'I'll let you in on the fact that I've been married for i've years and more And tho next one of you that makes fancy crack at ms or anybody with me is going to have his nose pulled!'
 Those fellows got np from the table, one by one, and went over to the red- haired man and apoIogized for their rudeness. They really felt ashamed of themselves. They weren' tsorry that they had done this, either, when they got back to the onice that afternoon. They found the redzhaired man there in conference with the manager. The red-haired man was the new night manager and had just got in that day from another Pennsyi- yania city to take night charge ''-- Washington Star.
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