The San Francisco call., 1905-01-01

der my chin would half-sole pair or
boots. The lady never would have me
in that shape, SO went to Indianapolis
and hired a beauty doctor to skin me.
Did he do you up like that! IN
quired in shocked accents.
mot quite. The job was all right at
first. The scars on my eyes scarcely
showed, and my neck bore thin req
mark. Looked like l had worn a nat
with a rubber band under the chin, kld
fashion. The lady warmed up right
away, and the love business was boom
ing Until started to get fat. That put
an end to loves young dream ana
drove me forever from the haunts of
females.
Here the Prize Beauty bent his head
in silent anguish, while IAsat and snlv-
cred and waited for the end.
"The flesh kept piling up on me in
spite of anti-fat or anything else. That
drug had lost its grip, and soon went
up to 300 pounds. The loose skin the
beauty doctor cut away left my face
cramped for room. couldn't shut my
eyes, and the wide hem taken up under
the chin drew my head forward, till l
could see nothing but the ground with
eyes that never closed On top of this
awful aff1iction the lady loved sent
word that she heard had lost nickel
in boyhood and was out looking for 1t.
AL 1dSL SH6 GApCCtC0 HlC, bOS~eSS =
walked with my head down and eyes
wide open.
Her. cruel sneer stung me, mostly in
the places where I had no skin. sent
a farewell note to the tickle maiden
sold the drug store and flew the coop.
Worry and despair pulled the fat on
me again, but the strain on the cuts
was so great they stretched and never
closed up. I'll never be any better, he
added sadly. This is a good place for
me and here / stay. Time now TO go
to bed. Climb In"
Vastly moved by this story of beauty
and spurned affections, l wriggled into
a bunk that contained the same kind
of bedding they give a horse. Lodgers
In railroad camps furnish their own
bedding. and had forgotten mine. The
night turned cold. and would have
suffered mitch but for the heat gener.
ated In my system thinking Of the oily
haired villain at Houston who had
steered me into that den of luxury and
mild diversion. At daylight all hands
were routed out to breakfast of fat
pork, dried apples and coffee. The
Chinaman was at his worst in the cof-
fee line After breakfast I was handed
a shovel and loaded with the gang on
to a string of fiat cars pushed by a
dinky engine. In a narrow cut Of yell
low clay, which the rain nad Wasned
upon the track, the workers were
dumped off into the bitches on either
side of the road and ordered to shovel
mud The water covering the mud had
frozen a thin sheet of ice over night,
and when l jumped l begged down to
my knees in the chill mass. I looked at
the other fellows. Light occupation
seemed to be their regular business. so
/ bored in and dug with the best Of
them.
The tops of the fiat cars on which
we piled the yellow muck stood level
with our faces. In order to discharge
a shovel load it was necessary to bang
the shovel edge on the car. The ef-
feet was like dropping decayed
pumpkin off tall building. Gobs of
smeary yellow goo squirted In all d.
rections. 1t lodged in my eyes, ears
and hair and plastered my clothes
from top to bottom. After loading
the cars the engine towed them to
another place, where we pushed the
mud overheard and went back for