The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1908-01-25
MIR. Costgan's Life ',,s. 1ns;.. Brown.

The germs OF the Too-Much- Money fever had fore =
gathered in his system In an.ill-advised moment he
had permitted himself to be cultivated by young
society with political aspirations. He wanted
Mr.. Costigans influence. Mr.. Costigan wanted his
money. 1t seemed an equabe division, though
neither had tor moment intended that the other L
should get that which he desired.
The young society man had taken Mr.. Costgan out
to see the town. Mr. Costigan had the town
before many and many a time. But hitherto he had
always it in the uniform of the police depart
ment he gazed at it from the pinnacle of
dresssuit and it is surprising what difference this
makes. a
"pll give the boys real treat" observed he of the
silver spoon and he took Mr. Costigan and his DRESS
suit to stag dinner.
The affair broke up at 3.47 a. M. with the diners,
formed in patoons, endeayoring to break arclights
with cantaloupes for five dollars corner.
And after this Costigan considered social
favorite.
He took to riding about in cabs Every stage
doorman in the city knew him, and made him well
come, and almost every night he fed large batch Of
and sybaritish desires who, they had fin
ished eating would bid him good=by and go home and
go bed chorus girls have sleep in WHILE
popular conviction to the contrary Notwithstanding
He to the in large red automobile driven
by Frenchman with name which Mr.. Costgan
couldn't have pronounced If you'd given him Manhat'
tan Island. He was frst-nghter, second nighter
and an every other nighter He joined all the clubs
that he could get into and they not few. His
bed never knew him until the mikman had come and
gone and his sartorial predictions would have made
the lilies of the field blush in utter shame. Violent
blues rotous reds passionate purples turgid yelows
he affected constantly and consistently. In bell
crowned top-hat of the highest luster, silk-lined
frock-coat, lavender trousers white spats, patent
leather Shoes a striped shirt adorned with diamond
of so many karats that he had lost count vest Of
red, yellow blue green and cinnamon plaid, and his
large, lumpy hands stuck into pair Of white kid
gloves he was object that the cartoonists fairly
loved.
And thus it was that his son, on his return from
Europe, found him. And Costigan pere had accom-
plished it all in only two years!
AS the father had an important engagement with a
theatrical manager who wanted him to back show,
he failed to meet his at the pier And as sundry
other engagements followed in quick succession it
was not until quarter-past five the following
ing they finally encountered another At the
hour named the son awakened from sleep by
hearing cab stop in front of the house. After
long interval there scratching at the keyhole
of the front door.
After another long interval the door flung open
with bang. And then came in and walked
up fight of stairs five times; and at the sixth at
tempt managed to stay at the top only by lying down
on his face and grabbing the balustrade with both
hands,
Now, the son himself had from time to time scat
tered few wild oats. But he had learned to appre
ciate the potent fact that wild oats grow sort of
marketable crop, and that the time spent in sowing
them is wasted while that devoted to reapng worse
than wasted. And to come back to find his fathers
oat bag open at both ends and the gentleman in
ton sowing with both hands and scratching with his
feet made him naturally and becomingly wroth.
However, he realized the futlty Of present dis
CUSTOM So he rolled his father dress suit and ALL
into the bath tub, the cold water over him for
while and then put him to bed with pitcher of ice
water convenient to his hand and dose of bromo in
glass beside it.
On the following day the fathers breakfast and the
sons lunch conceded. ~,~~:-~ $780,
"Ar-rh, Tim, me bye, tits gla-ad Oh am t. see YET"
exclaimed Costigan pere he sat down at the table
and drank four glasses of ice water in quick
sion He winked, sportively and complacenty. "'Tis
divvle av head OF how on me t'day," he an
nounced, in cheerful self-pty. "Be hivins, me
tongues like dure mat"
His son, over his soup, was gazing at him in in