The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1911-07-11

to be tramp. They called him
boss" and good feller." and when he
returned home his face wore the smile
always seen on the face of a good
man. 1t is smile that tells of the
happiness of the soul. no matter how
much the body may be suffering from
torpid liver
The philanthropist was up an hour
before his usual time. He hunted up
an old suit to put on. Mrs. Bowser
saw that he wasn't going to the Office,
but it was noon before she knew
where he was.
He came to lunch so full of his
scheme of regeneration that he had to
talk or bust.
We'll. I've got it under way" he
said
You are redeeming tramps. eh?'
II am. When was out last evening
had talk with a dozen of them.
Each and every one Of them was a
victim of misfortune. and some Of
their tales were pitiful to hear. That
is true saying. Mrs. Bowser. that
mans inhumanity to man makes
countless thousands mourn"
eff you have any money to give out,
Mr.. Bowser. please remember that
need hosiery about as badly as tramps
need redeeming."
Fourteen 1ramps at Work.
II have given no money as yet. I
have rented a vacant lot down the
street and got fourteen tramps to spad-
ing and making garden beds and plant
ing. This evening l shall pay them q
dollar apiece. l have also agreed to
give them shares in the enterprise.
No man ever saw men work better.
They realize that it is chance to re-
deem themselves. Indeed. l had to
caution them not to overwork. If ten
| other men in this city will follow my
| street corner l believe the idea will
spread half round the world"
do you expect to be interviewed by
any newspaper men," asked Mrs. Bow
| ser.
Zone had an interview with me an
afternoon. That makes me think. II
any of them come to the house you are
to say nothing-nothing whatever. You
are not In this thing at all You might
say that you have always considered a
| tramp a human hyena and been as
mean and insulting to him as you
possibly could. but don't go to taking
any credit for what I'm doing. This is
Bowser. and Bowser alone. Well.
must hurry back to my men,"
Mr.. Bowser had bought spades and
shovels and hoes and seeds. He hadn't
| gone into the tramp redeeming bust
ness on no two cent scale. He reached
| the lot to find only one man in sight
and he was a butcher with a grin or
his face.
"In there" he said, pointing to sa
| loon.
What is it?''
your tools"
But | don't understand"
All the Tools Pawned.
"Tramps pawned them for beer
They told me to tell you that they had
given the matter their most seriou:
consideration and had come to tn,
conclusion that they didn't want Il
be uplifted They said as how yol
might try it on the cold storage men
Is there anything else | can do for yO,
today"
There was. Mr.. Bowser grabbed
him by the hair and showed hin
against a billboard and then flung hin
down Then he entered the salool
and found that every implement ha'
been pawned for FIVE drinks Of bee
all around He would have had
fight about it. but the bouncer hat
him out and half way across the stree
before he could open his mouth.
Then q crowd gathered. and tn
philanthropiSt was asked If he WASH
feeling we'll and what idiot asylum b
| had escared from and lots OF othe
mean things Mr.. Bowser was crush
ed H bowed his head and wen
| home Mrs RowSer met him at tn
door without n S:ir"aStir smile or
word to hart and led him to til
Lounge ana laid him down and coy
erred t.!-a III, an:t then sal hy him An
snooiLt-ei tx ular!.;r. jr. :" Til he sep