The Washington times., 1912-12-25
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MIR. JARR'S BOSS IS AN
EASY MARK, FOR ONCE.

you. my good sir. but we IRE about the
same dimensions In the pulmonary re-
sions; although In the diaphragm your
HiIth Ia more excessive than mine. A
strict diet keeps me down."
Nothing doing!" remarked Gus.
shortly. ITS bad luck to try on other
peoples things. The last time you did
that you was singing. in Schmaize's
hat. Garry Me Back to Old Virginia!
and the lsichmond sheriff come In NIT
n reauisition for you"
Mr.. Dinkston burst into tears.
1T amt no use to cry for It. You
can't have it," said Gus.
Fur Coats Bring Up
Christmas Tree Memories.
And all the others present nodded mp.
proval. except Mr.. Jarr's boss. Tears
always objected him. Like other rich
nen. he couldn't bear to part with real
Elcncy. But anybody who could give
him good cry could always get a
check for anything that might be
named.
ut clint because It Is simply a coat"
sobbed Mr.. Dinkston. "tnat ! give vent
TO my emotion. It's because it's a fur
ccat!"
The interest all evinced In this strange
statement encouraged Mr.. Dinkston to
weep afresh as he explained:
"A fur coat reminds me Of a fir tree.
Fir trees remind me OF Christmas trees.
I want 4 Christmas tree"
"What?" chorused Gus and his pa
irons.
"A Christmas tree. never had n
Christmas trce"" noaned Mr.. Dinkston.
1--WE came OF noble race Our estates
were In the. South OF France. Christ
mas there Is called Noel In our cha
teau We kept II as n festival for the
peasants on the estate. broaching casks
Of wine. manurnittilg their viilainage-
but !. as child. a slim. quiet child OF
noble birth. only saw Christmas trees
| In picture papers.
Dinkston Mourns
Lost Joys of Childhood.
II always wanted one. had no
childhood. My infancy. homage. even
my adolescence, had but its memories
| Of being inculcated In the higher mathe.
matics by an oxford tutor with vinolis
propensitiss. I want tree. u Christ
mas tree!'
How much do they cost" asked MIR
Jarr's employer. greatly affected.
"They are awful dear this year oil
account Of the high cost OF living.
said Muller. the grocer. II got some
Christmas trees at my store. but there
amt one for less than dollar, an,
that's small and scraggy. good one
a fine one. Is S2. may be s..
II want tree!'' moaned the emo
tional Dinkston. II have been robbed
OF my childhood. inasmuch as l neyc
had Christmas tree. Let others nspir
for gauds, let others crave raiment o
| largcsse. ! ask no mans go!d,'
| Here he looked fiXedly at Mr.. Jarri
employer. The latter wiped his brow
Its dreadful to see a strong MAJ
weepr' he murmured.
"That's nothing" said Gus. ITS tn
only way. he washes his face. Whei
business Is bad be comes IN and cris i,,,
because u feller name Pote insulte'
him. What was 4 that guy Pote sal
to you yesterday"
Knew Why He Wept
In This One Instance.
1.-THE poet?" replied Mr.. Dlnkstol
with a sniffls,
"oh. yes. I remember now:
Tears. idle tears. l know not wha
they mean,
Tears from the depths of some idivin
despair!'
but this time ! DO know why
weep for those days that were so sad
the days that are no more! 1t was be
cause ! never had Christmas tree"
"You shall have one! A fine one!
cried Mr.. Jarr's employer.
And he fishcd up three dollars.
In vain MI. Jarr, Gus, slavinsky