The herald., 1915-10-21
The Elevator
Boy
By NJ. QUAD
Copyright. 1915. by the Mcclure
Newspaper Syndicate.

dens on the young back. Why didn't !
adopt itE'
And vet the young gentleman VINO
elevatcs the elevator has hidden sOr
rows that the public wOts not or.
These sorrows begin with the engi-
neer.
In n certain building not long ago |
sized up the engineer the very hrst gay
as a man who would make me trouble
If he could. learned that two OF the
window cleaners thought him single
man and both were little gone on
him. Also that his wife brought his
lunch in regularly every noon. The
next day at the proper time scooted
up to the eighth floor and found the
Widow Mccarthy wiping up the hail,
and ! said to her:
Have you got your lunch with you
Mrs. McCarthyE'
"Indade and / have" she replied.
And why don't you go down TO the
basement and eat it in company with
Engineer Flyn? | know he would APP
preciate your company
That's true. me boy, and Ill get ME
basket and go down, especially as that
cold faced grass WILDLY who calls her
self Mrs. O'Shane. though. she's no
right to it in the law, seems To have
finished her floor and gone home
| took her down and then scoOted for
the fifth floor and found Mrs. O'Shane
and said to her:
why don't you take your lunch bas-
Eet and go down and keep Mr.. Flyn
company"
lis 1t company he signs for, me
daddy? If so I'll go down and cheer
him up with my presence" she replied.
And you'll find place to warm up
some cold tea if you want TO-"
Thank We. but that is beautiful
idea, and mebbe the good hearted man
will have cup wild me. How long
ago did Mrs. Mccarthy disappear,
SammisE"
oh, took her down some time
ago"
she calls herself the WILDLY McCar-
ty, Saumis, leavin' the h out to put IN
her shugar.' | suppose, but is she a
wildly, me boy? It's easy enough to
say this and that. but where are the
her husbands death notice as twas
printed"
Il never saw it, ma am"
! dropped Mrs. O'Shane at the base
ment just as Mr.. Flyn's wife came in
with his lunch. There wasn't much
said The three women pitched into
each other almost OH sight, and they
were pulling hair and banging into par
titions and making the dust fly when !
took walk. Next day as stopped at
the sixth Mrs. Mccarthy got sight of
me and said:
"Samris, I'm told that we are an
orphan Joy all by yourself"
Not strictly an orphan, only father
less"
80 you've got ii mother. have We:
Well. a poor fatherless boy can't be
havin' too many mothers. and I'll also
be mother TO ye."
IL hadn't better call you ma when
any ones around. had |. MAJ
Il was a-thinkin' about that, Sam.
mis-" she thoughtfuly replied.
NO, l guess you hadn't. You see
1t might lead to jealousy and more
Sammis. dye mind | went down to the
! basement to eat me lunch wild that
| spalpeen of an engineer the other
day."
Seems as If did You thought Mr..
Flyn would be bit lonely, | believe.
He didn't like TO eat his lunch alone"
Bad cess to his loneliness and his
whole body! Sammis. me son, the man
is a deceiver and ought to be dropped
from the roof. He let on to me that he
was single man and dyin' fur some
one to luv him What dye think
Sammis? On the day I'm thinkin' of
l had scarcely got out of the elevator
and says good day to him when she
that calls herself Mrs. O'Shane Gums
after me, and right on her heels Gums q
woman wild a lunch basket-the Ell
Wasn't that pretty mess, me SOM"
Did anything happen?"
I'm not clear about it, SammiS, but
/ think sOmethin' did. ! have a din
recollection of bein' banged on tn,
chin, receivin' this blackneSs under me
eye and of me heels flynn away wild
me and me bein' banged against the
partitions, but ! shall never he able &c
make 1t out to me satisfaction Al
I'm sure of is that me head has beer
achin' ever since that hour. and every
time | draw breath feel like hittin
that engineer over the head with me
bucket"
And We'll put up job on him ant
get him bounced?'
by and by, perhaps, but not now
Wen move slowly in this matter, Sam
mis-, and meanwhile I'm lOOkin' for yor
to defend yer adopted mothers reputa
ton should any gossip arise Ye nigh
1eny that We took me down that day
By the way. hOw's the mortgage on tn,
home, SammisT
I'm staggering under it yet, thanl
you"
ITS too bad. but keep up your cour
age. Here's banniny to stay We
stummick till lunch time. and it's no
the last yell git by jugful. Quiet 1
the word, Sammis-easy and qniet an,
| no gOSSiD-and veil bleSS tho dow III