The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1904-07-08


/ loneliness IT,
Had to lunch alone"
Exactly"
And go to the theater alone"
Right, Sammis."
And that if she had any trouble
| about meeting her rent, or her sum-
mer wardrobe need replenishing-
! you catch me, Sammis-you catch
me, but you must not go ahead too
fast. It Will suffice, at the first, to
! let her know that 1 am fatherly and
benign. A few bouquets, my son-a
box of chocolates occasionally few
hints that Mr.. CUTLER has no appetite
when lunching alone. Do you see'
Sammis?"
Il do. papa. and I won't lose any
time. The downcast shall be lifted
up-the helpless shall be strength
ened.''
I am an elevator boy of my word.
4 lers office was chinning with the
/ downcast girl in $50. She was not so
downcast and heartbroken as I ex-
pected to find her.
rs it that old guy in room 444 ?"
she asked.
TT is the noble and benign man
who occupies that office"
Then he had the cheek to wink
at me in the elevator yesterday Nice
old antediluvian, he is. Where's his
'.she has slept beneath the willows
these many, many years
HAS he got CASH."
Hundreds of thousands You'll
have soft-shelled crabs at every lunch.
and each day a bouquet will rest upon
your table here"
"Sammis," said the young lady. af-
ter thinking awhile, ''it is true that
I am downcaSt and disheartened, and
that words of unselfshness would be
welcome to my ear. Only yesterday
a cold-hearted landlady threatened to
turn me out doors because 1 owed
her the trifie of $50 room rent L
might possibly accept a bouquet from
the benign Mr. CUTLER, and some day
some day in the dim future-some
day when I was assured that he was
different from the rest of men"
you would take lunch with him 2"
I asked.
"N-o-y-e-s- That is, L would see
about it,
When I returned and reported prog
ress to Papa CUTLER, he clasped me
in his arms and exclaimed:
"Dutiful son, a benign father thanks
you and will put up for the next tip
you get on the races!"
Life went we'll with me for the
next two weeks. After three bouquets
downcast girl went to lunch with
Papa CUTLER. He seemed happy, and
she took occasion to smile at me and
whisper:
'Sammis. the old guy may drop
dead any day. but he'll be a treasure
while he lasts"
Every noon they went out to lunch
together, and at least twice during
the two weeks they attended the the
alter. When I called in to see Papa
CUTLER in a filial way. he would place
his hands on my young shoulders and
say:
''Sammis, I am upbuilding the weak
and encouraging the down-hearted.
and there is a glow of satisfaction
stealing over me. 1t is good to work
in the cause of humanity. If our null
ti-millionaires knew what a glad song
il would bring to their hearts to put
new hopes into the souls of their fell
low-men they would do differently
from what they do
Then came the sad, sad day. Papa
CUTLER and the downcast girl were out
to lunch, and I had finished my pie
and coffee and returned to the ro-
. tunda to smoke a cigarette and bluff
the telegraph boys, when a little old
woman came in and asked for Mr-
CUTLER. She looked to me like a
woman who wanted to buy western
land in order to go into huckleber-
ries, and I told her that Mr.. CUTLER
and the downcast girl were out at
lunch together.
l also took her up to his office to
wait What happened up there fifteen