Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1907-03-06

for nothing. l shan't take any check
either. but want cash.
Mrs. Russell, do you know the value
of the waste in this country every
yearY' asked the major after consult
ing a battered city directory for a
couple of minutes.
81 know that such rascals as you
beat me out of at least 5000 every
year"
THE money value of the waste Is a
hundred million dollars every year.
The Economic company will save as
much of that waste as possible. 1t
will gather up castoff clothing, boots
and shoes, foods, played out umbrellas,
bottles, tin cans and SO forth. In n
year we shall gather up waste to the
amount of $10,000,000, two-thirds of
which will be clear profit. After the
first year we shall pay 80 per cent divi-
dends right along. 1 shall not only pay
you $3.50 per year as secretary, but
let you in on the ground floor for a
large block of stock. Among my mail
this morning was a letter from King
Edward of England, In which he says
he will save at least a million dollars
worth of old shoes for us every year.
1t is the biggest, richest thing In the
world. All the gold mines of Colorado
put together can't equal 1t. Can you
dictate to a stenographerg"
"Pd like to know what all this talk
is about" angrily replied the cred
itor. 81 tell you, sir, 1t won't do. You
played the sneak and skulked on me,
and now you've got to pay that bill.
Will you do it nowr
my dear old landlady, it pains me
to observe this aggressive disposition
on your part. You sheltered me. You
trusted me. You had confidence In me
when the rest of the world turned
coldly away l am a man who can
never forget a kindness, but now,
when l would requite you
"Why didn't you come back and pay
up like a man?"
"Months and months ago, when the
tide had turned with mt and the mil
lions were rolling in, l started for
your house with a check in my pocket.
l anticipated taking you by the hand
and telling you how glad l was to be
able to pay my debt. Almost at your
door | met Jones-Jones of the cock
eye-and he told me that you had mar
ried a French count and gone to Paris
to set up a steam laundry. That was
the sole reason why / retraced my
steps. 1 have tried in vain to get your
Paris address. Are you just In on
the steamer?"
Her Last Request.
"You know better. You know that
you are lying to me. l ask you once
more and for the last time, will you
pay that bill?"
"Certainly, my dear-certainly. l
only wish 1t was larger. Do you re-
fuse the secretaryship?"
1T do"
"And you don't want horses and
diamonds? ?"
IL don't"
"And you won't come in on the
y, sE. IT -, C,ner 4Jor-.Tn
take the money for that bill, and then
I'll leave you-no check, but the cold
cash."
ut is hard, woman-it is hard In
deed to have ones financial honor
doubted, but l must forgive you. AS
you will not take a check l will run
upstairs and get the photographer to
cash 1t. / suppose $40 will straighten
the matter out?"
Eyes, sir"
"If any one calls tell 'em I'll be back
in three minutes" said the major as he
disappeared through the door.
The landlady waited fifteen minutes
and then began to shiver with the cold.
She waited fifteen more and then be-
gan to walk about.
When three-quarters of an hour had
passed she looked out in the hail.
At the end of an hour she kicked
over two chairs, tore the calendar off
the wall and knocked down the stove.
pipe and went downstairs.
Some folks might have waited all
winter, but Mrs. Russell knew when
to let go. M. QUAD.