Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1910-01-22

'Ps'''S' ~ hOSPo shS ShiiuiSh uht
In one place instead Of letting It be
strewed all over the house; It is cool
In summer and warm In winter, and
from her afternoon sewing chair by
the front windows she can have an
eye on "the girl" and the girls com.
pany.
I wonder, sometimes, what would be
the effect upon our bustling, worried
housewife were she to determine, once
for all, just what her sphere In life is.
and make up her mind to fulfill the
station to which God has called her
before straining and painting to climb
to higher. When will we study the
old, sadly true and neglected lesson
that It Is not the duty or trial Of to.
day that wears us out. but planning
and hoping and dreading for to.mor-
row?
The horse dragging a street piano
along the main thoroughfare of q large
New England city was 90 evidently in.
adequate to his task that people turned
and looked at 1t. Some laughed--it
was funny sight to them to see such
a raw-boned, half-starved rat of horse
dragging the gaudy instrument, with
fat man tramping sturdily along be-
side it-but others looked serious.
Something ought to be done about It.
The thing was an outrage. and why
did not the police attend to It? But
whether they smiled or frowned, no
body took any definite action.
Two young men came along the side.
walk together. They looked at the
spectacle In disgust, but were going
on their way like the others, when
one Of them hesitated, and then stop
ped abruptly.
why doesn't somebody get that fat
villains name, and have the society
that looks after animals take that
beast away from him?" he demanded
sharply to his companion.
The other smiled.
nently.
well, why don't To- The other
drew long breath. Because I'm
afraid Of having the crowd call me
a 'butter.in. That's the trouble with
most Of us. wouldn't be afraid to
stand up In front Of any man In sight
In an out-and-out fight; and a. for
that man. either Of W could turn him
over and spank him without taking
our coats of. But we're all afraid of
being considered chicken.hearted."
Right you are. Billy" agreed his
companion. But don't see just what
you're going to do about IT,"
what I am going to do about It,"
exclaimed Billy, "is to kick myself
across the street, and take the first
steps toward separating that man
from his horse! And I'm not going
to let myself care q snap who sees me
doing It."
True to his determination. the young
man strobe across the street and stop
ped the procession. A moment later,
and little crowd Of interested spec
tators concealed him from his com.
panion. The crowd grew. Presently
It attracted the attention Of q distant
policeman. who hurried up and forced
his way into It. There were signs Of
lively discussion; then the crowd melt
ed. and Billy rejoined his companion.
THAT horse" he remarked. triun,-
phantly. lis now going to be handed
over to the society that takes care OF
'em. felt like q fool while I was
doing It. but I'm glad did it.
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For many long. terrible years the
United States has been sweltering un-
der the yoke Of the tyranny Of servants.
With walters. parlor car porters. cooks.
maids and even BARRIERS In their pres
ent advanced condition. what man has
not felt the mailed hand Of the mightyr
Walters have withered Us, porters have
petrified US, BARRIERS have builied Us,
maids have mystihed Us and cooks
have cooked 10 until all the fight has
been taken out Of 10. And until now
we have been looking for another Lin
coin In vain.
Hope. however. has come at last. A
hungry patient Of q Chicago restau-
soos uoSotuO sSupotSOut tue OSu0g Ooy
at the slowness OF the waiter. Ah,
how many Of W have felt that impa-
thence and remained supine. the Wash.
ington Post says. But this Chicago
man was made In heroic mold. He
did not beckon timidly to the waiter
and feebly demonstrate. He did not
send for the head waiter. who would
have given him an Icy reproof. He
did not send for the proprietor and 60
through the usual argument.
None Of that for this man. He was
hero. a pioneer. Harriet Beecher
Stowe. only his way the way of deeds
rather than words. He simply pro-
ceeded to ''clean out" the place. throw
Ing dishes at the waiter. knocking
chairs to right and left. kicking the
head waiter In the shins. and giving
the proprietor cuff ON the neck for
luck.
And In the police court the next day
the magistrate, with the light of a
sealot In his eyes. regarded the pris-
oner as the leader of q great and
wondrous movement out Of darkness.
He leaned over the bench. listening
sympathetically to his story. He nodded
In annrociatiOn uuctuatinU tho dra.