The Appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. ;) 1889-19??, 1913-03-08
No Sympathy Wanted.

No Sympathy Wanted.
'.Not by . joyful. old funny, and yon
can pass right on. I'mSa jonrneyman
plumber. am. and the burden Of sor-
row Is on the man who pays for the
solder. II We're you wouldn't drink
any more tonight"
Mr.. Bowser passed on. There was a
tickling In his right ear. but neverthe-
less when he had gone block farther
and encountered an old woman Juggling
big basket he stopped her to say:
Madam, the world has used You
cruelty, and you are making your way,
homeward tonight with the feeling in
your heart that no one cares whether
you live or die"
And who be your asked the wom-
an as she backed OF and looked around
for policeman.
Il am one who desires to speak kind
" to you and bid you believe that sym.
pathetic hearts still beat
"Oh, you are! Well, now, let me tell
you thatsI am carrying home my laun-
dry work. and II you make grab at
this basket I'll yell out and bring
people who'll have you in jail in Eve
minutes!'
MY dear woman. you can't believe
any sudh thing Of me. left my own
Preside not two minutes since to-
"Then 90 backNt to 1t! You are either
an old masher or you want to snatch
me basket or you 90. or Ill yell out!''
RepuIssd Again. 'sss
Mr.. Bowser tried once more. he
tackled sad faced, hump shouldered
young man whom the cold world had
refused to sympathize with, but had
scarcely uttered ten words when he
was interrupted with:
And Is it asking me to 60 some
where and take drink with youy' .s.
mo. sir. What wish to let you
know Is that sympathize with you In
the way this heartless world has used
you"
And there's no dr1nk?''
"No, STRIP
Five minutes later Mrs. Bowser
heard great clatter on the sidewalk.
and as she ran to the front window she
saw Mr.. Bowser gallop through the
gate, pursued by four or five men with
burdens of grief. It was a close race,
but he got up the steps and into the
house ahead Of them.
'Well? she asked as she confronted
him. In the hall, while the pursuers
banged at the door.
i see how it isr' he gasped as he
began to climb the stairs. "It's an.
other Of your put up jobs to have me
assassinated, but 1t has failed, and to-
morrow we will have a talk and settle
about the alimony. Not word. mad.
am. not word! If any one calls for
me say that l cannot be seen!'
With that he came down and entered
the library and locked the door behind
him, and it wasn't ten minutes before
a stranger called and asked for him.
He cannot be seen." replied Mrs.
Bowser.
40 Ae DANGEROUSLY Ill
''Oh, no."
BUSY with some invention?
Something 81 the kind
IF I could just speak to him for
His orders were very strict"
"Just word or two"
1T is useless"
A Chance Missed.
Five minutes later Mr.. Bowser an
peared in the library door to inquire:
wasn't that some one asking for
meY'
IT was
What did he want p
HE didn't say, but judged It to be
important He did not give his name.
Was any one coming here this evening
% pay You money!"
by thunder. there was, and you've
let him go!''
Mr.. Bowser was out Of the house ten
minutes later and on the run to the
corner. There stood stranger, and
be at once asked:
Your name Is Bowser, isn't it?'
ut is.''
Il was just at your house."
ITO hand me $4O7"
mo. want to borrow 81 20 get
couple Of meals and bed"
Mr.. Bowser booted him and with
lrew his sympathies from III mankind.
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