New-York tribune., 1910-04-03

A9AXp)H here the other day. He's holdin'
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2@GGlAS his chin high and he's got his stick
(M eNRH tucked up under his arm, and them
E0iAGNz black eyes of his is just sparklin'.
AN2D1 Whats it all about?" | goes on.
@&Ip is it a good you've just re-
W&OiO~ ~ACLA membered, has something hui
&@QSN morous happened to one of your
best friends?
Il have new idea" says he, that's all"
All" SAYS |. Why, that S excuse enough for de-
clarin' gen raj holiday. Did you go after it,
it ivered by mistake? Can't you give us scenario
of it? ;"
Why I've thought of something new for Spotty
Cahl says he. beamin'.
"Gwani5' says [. Il might have known it was
false alarm. Spotty Cah! Say, do you want TO
know what I'd advise you do for SpOtty neXt?"
No. Pinckney don't want my views on the subject.
It's a topic we We threshed out between before:
also it's of the few dozen that could debate
from until there's skatn on the Panama Canai
without gettin anywhere I've always held that
Spotty Cahl was about the most useless and unde
servin human being that managed exist
without work; but to hear PinCkney talk you'd
think that long legged, CarrOty haired young Oater
the original party that philanthropy was IN
vented for.
Now. doing things for other folks amt one of
Pinckneys strong points, a rule. Not that he
wOuldn If he thought OF 1t and could ind the time;
but gel rally he has many other things his
schedule to indulge much in the little deeds of kind
ness game. When he does start out to do good
though. he makes job of it. But look who he
picks out!
COURSE knew Why. He's explained all that to
~ me- mOren once Seems there old waiter
at the club quiet, soft spoken, bald headed relic
who had served him with lobster Newburg than
YOU could load a ScOw, and enough highballS to
float the Mauretama in. In fact he'd been waltln
long Pinclney had been a member
They'd been kind of Chummy in way. too 1t had
always been Good morning, Peter" and " Hope |
see you we'll sir. between them. and Pinckney
hld to bother about whether he liked dash of bit
ters in this, if that ought to be served frappe
plG1. Peter knew, and Peter forgot.
Then day when Pnckney's just squarin' off to
hat InpT1 OIVra ar1rNlI
nary salt butter instead of the sweet kind he always
has; SO he puts up finger call Peter and have
a swap made. When he glances up, though, he finds
Peter amt there at all.
Oh say" says he, but where is Peter?'
Peter. sir? says the new man. Very sorry, sir,
but Peters dead
Dead! says Pinckney. "Why-why-how long
has that been?
Over a month, sill" says he. Anything wrong
SIR"
To be sure, Pinckney hadn't been there glar;
but he'd been in off and on and when he comes to
think now this old chap that knew all his whims and
kept track of em faithful. had dropped with
out his ever having heard word about it-why, he
felt kind of broke up. You see, he'd always meant
do something nice for old Peter: but he d never
got round It, and here the first thing he knows
Peter been under the sod for moren a month
THAT'S what set Pnckney to inquirin' if Peter
hadn't lett family or anything which results in
his diggin up this SpOtty youth. forgot lust what
his first name was it being something outIandish
tnat don't go with Cahill at all but it he was
born over in India, where old Peter soldierin' at
the time, and they'd picked up of the native
names Maybe that's what allied the boy from the
start.
Anyway. Peter had come back from there wild
over. drifted to New York with the youngster and
got into the waiter business. Meantime the bov
grows up in East Side boardn houses. without much
lOOkin' after, and when Pnckney finds him he's an
int restn product. He's twenty-odd, about five
feet eleven high weighs under one hundred and
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