Golden Valley chronicle. (Beach, Billings County, N.D.) 1905-1916, 1908-03-13

many a man who has starved to death
would be alive to-day-or at least yes
terday-had he had that sum. But
what is anguish of the body compared
with anguish of the soul? Why speak
of mere starving?
Each leaned gloomily against door
jamb and stared miserably at the
slushy pavements and at the sodden
snow, the sound of whose intermittent
gurglings in the water-spouting made
the chill dusk yet more dismal. Five
o'clock Saturday afternoon, and the
world is closing its books and tidying
up it's shelves and desks, for the work
of the week is nearly done; with the
firm of Gishkin & Doyle, odd jobbists,
the weeks work had never been. And
this, this was the last night of the
Justly Celebrated. Universe-Famed,
Professor Margand's Dog and Pony
Show. Direct from Private Audiences
before the Crowned Heads of Euro
pean Royalty, and now showing for
one week only at the Harlem Opera
House. The last night!-the thought
was preposterous, intolerable, it just
couldn't be the last chance.
Sammy, in soliloquy, spoke aloud:
I'D may newer come again, newer,
nod next year neither"
Il know it," assented the mourner
against the opposite door jamb. The
two souls bled afresh, but in silence.
From far down the block, a girls
voice called: "Se-e-eth-ie! Seth-ie:
Come ho-o-ome to support"
II got to go home, Sam; you come
out when WHISTLE"
Less than half an hour later they
met again. Under the gas lamp Sethie
opened his tight-clenched fist.
Gee! fordy-fife, fivdy, sixdy cends!
Gee!"
Coin to the Butchers" explained
Sethie. Yet somehow there was a
something in the wind that created
doubt of the butchers ever seeing that
60 cents.
1t was Sammy who finally solved
the problem. They would buy the
meat at the butchers where Sammy's
mother traded and have it charged
on her bill. Fine! thought Sethie.
Outside, the package changed hands.
They trotted home swiftly.
Without a word Sethie laid it on
the table and quickly disappeared
through the door.
It was some time after Sethie had
put the meat on the kitchen table that
Mrs. Doyle opened the package. She
looked at the contents in perplexity;
then she leaned over and smelled of
it suspiciously. She Strengthened up
with a jerk. Sour! Picked, spiced,
Kosher meat!
"The dirty perfumeried sheeny
meat!" she cried in evaporation.
cav, v little divil o. boy, If 1 had
y! Y and yer Sammy and yer Sam.
my's sour meat. They'll be- tryin'
next to sell hyssop t. the 1rish.'' But
her sense Of humor got the better of
her, and she laughed. BLESS the
BOY, he wasn't meaning it, she said,
and taking her shawl and her galoshes
and rewrapping the meat, she set out
for Mrs. Gishkin's. Further consider
alton caused her to keep on for the
delicatessen so as to make sure o.
the job this time"
AS she neared the shop shrill and
angry tones filled the air.
Il tell you thad We neffer got no
mead dieces nacht. You hat send me
mine weekly bill mid f1vdy-fife cends
charged vor to-day und We ham got
nein mead since Vensday."
Mr.. Gorshski was alternately rub.
bling his hands together, then drying
them nervously. on his much-stained
apron. He now edged in a word:
"Your Sammy he god dot mead
nod zwei hour ago." he protested ex-
cttedly. Mrs. Gishkin became vet
more purple. Mr.. Gorshski fastened
on: He comb into der shob NIT anod.
der poy-" Mrs. Gishkin clutched at
the new clew.
"He had white hair-thad oder
poy?" she demanded.
"Yellow-well, maybe white" he as.
sented.
"Ah-h-h!" cried Mrs. .Gishkin with 6
world of understanding in the excla.
nation. I'D vas thad white-headed
fiddle defil Sethie Doyle has made
mine Sam steal der mead"
Mrs. Doyle stiftened to the ton
height of her five feet three and swept
grimly into the fray. She flung the
package down on the marble counter.
There's yer dirty Kosher meat" she
announced. "An' y kin be little
careful what y say about me son, Mrs.
Gishkin." Mrs. Gishkin turned and
faced her. Mr.. Gorshski fell back in