The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1908-09-16
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Mrs. Rowst' !..,.Ge no objection to
his going OF. bat smiled behind his
bacl: as he vent. Mr.. Bowser had
gone only 1h"cc blocks before he saw
a lady sitting on the steps OF her
house. she looked sympathetic and
charitable. She looked tender hearted
and full o. love for humanity. He
therefore turned in, and. removing his
rusty old hat. he said:
Lady. l IN Il tramp through mis-.
fortune. y tornado caused the deaths
of my wife and children, anl"-
"And VIII. didn't it cause yours as
well:" was asked.
Madam. | was once a happy man
l nad around me-
James, called the woman over hel
shoulder to some one In the house.
'here is some one bothering me.
Please come out and remove him."
MADAM, l simply ask for a crust OF
bread. l haven't had anything to eat
for three
James appeared. He was a husky
husband. He also had q voice on him
like the roar Of a bull. When he roared
at Mr.. Bowser to git the disguised
tramp got. Five houses down a man
sat on his steps smoking. Mr.. Bow.
ser leaned over the gate in a weary
way and worked a bit of pathos into
his voice as he asked:
"Sir, do you know what it is to be
all alone in this world?"
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
a dime to get me a bed?'
1T can, and you'd better be doing it.
Come; go on with you!"
This was Il direct and an aggressive
order, and Mr.. Eowser moved on. AS
he struck the next block he found a
cook taking the evening air at a base.
ment door. She was a 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.
"And what of it,"
II crave a little food to assuage the
pangs Of hunger"
"Oh, you do! Perhaps you crave q
strawberry shortcake with whipped
cream on top"
mo, ma'am, only a few crusts. l
am a broken, ~despairing 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 fly"
Sure Of a Kind Welcome.
Farthe: down the street, but on the
opposite side. a was playing
the piano and singing Nearer. My
God, to Thee" AS the words foated
out of the open window upon the even
ing air Mr.. Rowser felt sure that his
welcome would be kind. He had
mounted IT, steps and was looking
into the hail when the music ceased
and the singer came out and said:
"Wcil, sir. what is it:"
Lady. will you please he kind enough
to spare
"No. sir. You set right out Of here"
"But, lady. I am not to blame for
my
"Oficer. officer" called the woman
to a policeman that came pacing along
at just that moment. "Oficer, please
remove this lazy and drunken old
tramp"
Mr.. Bowser 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 60
Of on the corner and told to pike" his
head swan and his knees wabbled,
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 sine shall suffer-
NJ. QUAD.