Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1908-10-03

reduced it to Il ragged state.
And now what" was asked
Il am going TO prove my case. am
dressed like tramp. | am going
forth to appeal to the charity of my
fellow men. | shall find human sym
pathy with me. You cant make me
believe, Mrs. Bowscr, that this town
holds another person as selfish as you
are. If 1t does, then where Is our
boastcd Christianityt"
Mrs BowSer made no objection to
his going out, but smiled behind his
back as he went. Mr. Bowser had
gone only three blocks before he saw
lady sitting on the steps of her
house. She looked sympathetic and
charitable. She looked tender hearted
and full of love for humanity. He
rusty old hat, he said:
Lady, | am Il tramp through mis-
fortune. \ tornado caused the deaths
of my wife and children, and
And why didn't it ca"se yours as
WELL" was asked.
Madam, | was once happy man.
| had around me-
James" called the woman over her
shoulder to some one In the house,
here IS some one bothcring me.
Please come out and remove him"
Madam, | simply ask for Il crust of
bread. haven't had anything to eat
for three
James appeared. He was husky
husband. He also had Il voice on him
like the roar of Il bull. When he roared
at Mr. Bowscr to git the disguised
tramp got. Five houses down Il man
sat on his steps smoking. Mr.. Bow
ser leaned over the gate in a weary
way and worked bit of pathos into
his voice as he asked:
Sir, do you know what it is to be
all alone in this word?'
why don't you try the Jail for com
pany:" was the reply.
can it be, sir, that l must sleep on
the damp earth tonight for the want of
Il dime to get me Il bcd:'
1T can, and you'd better be doing 1t.
Come; 50 on with you,'
This was a direct and an aggressive
order. and Mr. Bowscr moved on. As
he struck the next block he found n
cook taking the evening air at a base
ment door She was middle aged
woman, and he saw pity in her eyes.
II can see that you have the heart Of
a woman" he said as he halted,
"Anl whnt of IT,
Il crave little food to assuage the
pangS of hunger"
"Oh. YOU do, Perhaps you crave
strawberry shOrtcake with whipped
cream on top"
NO, ma'am, only few crusts. |
am Il broken. despairfng man. Any
thing is good enough for me-"
"Then get in the way of some cop
and let him give you the collar. Lord,
but how | should like to see him make
your heels fiyr'
Sure of Kind Welcome.
Farther down the street, but on the
opposite side, woman was playing
the piano and singing Nearer, My
God, to Thee" AS the words floated
out of the open window upon the even
ing air Mr.. Bowser felt sure that his
welcome would be kind. He had
mounted the steps and was looking
into the hall when the music ceased
and the singer came out and said
"Wcll. sir. what is IT."
Lady, will you please be kind enough
to spare
''No, sir! You set right out of here
"Hut, lady, l am not to blame for
my
"Ohicer, officer" called the woman
to a policeman that came pacing along
at just that moment. Officer, please
remove this lazy and drunken old
tramp"
Mr. BoWScr was removed. He was
removed with energy He was re-
moved by the sCruff, by the back, by
the arms and legs. He was yanked,
and he was twisted, and when let go
of on the corner and told to pike" his
head swan and his knees wabbied,
and the only conversation he could
call up was to say to himself:
by the seventeen bullfrogs of Bull
lake, but Mrs. Bowser shall suffer for
this. How she shall suffer-
NJ. QUAD.