Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1916-01-14
The Elevator
Boy
By M. QUAD
Copyright, 1915. by the Mcclure
Newspaper Syndicate.

p~0lntmentS-n0 carklng care-Ho Jul
dens on the young back. Why didn't ]
adopt it,"
And yet the young gentleman who
~elevates the elevator has hidden sor'
rows that the public wots not of.
These sorrows begin with the engi
neer.
In a certain building not long ago
rized UP the engineer the very first day
as a man who would make me trouble
if he could. | learned that two OF the
window cleaners thought him a single
man and both were a little gone on
him. Also that his wife brought his
lunch in regularly every The
next day at the proper time | scooted
up to the eighth foor and found the
Widow Mccarthy wiping up the hall,
and | said to her:
"Have you got your lunch with you,
Mrs. McCarthy?'
"Indade and | have she replied.
"And why don't you go down to the
basement and eat it in company with
Engineer Flyn? l know he would ap-
| preeiate your company
That's true, me boy, and I'll 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"
l 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-
ket and go down and keep Mr.. Flyn
company"
rs it 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 a place to warm up
some cold tea if you want to-"
"Thank We, but that is a beautiful
idea, and mebbe the good hearted man
will have a cup wild me. How long
ago did Mrs. Mccarthy disappear,
SammiS?'
"Oh. l took her down some time
ago."
''She calls herself the Wildly McCar-
ty, Sammis. leavin' the h out to put in
her 'shugar.' l suppose, but is she a
wildly, me boy? It's easy enough to
say this and that, but where are the
proofs? Has she eve shown anybody
her husbands death notice as twas
printed?"
Il never saw it. ma'am."
l dropped Mrs. O'Shane at the base
ment just as Mr.. Flyn's wife came In
ursth hir 1,1,oh nho,o vo. ~,xaI
said. The three women pitched into
each other almost on sight, and they
We're pulling hair and banging into par
titions and making the dust fly when l
took a walk. Next day as l stopped at
the sixth Mrs. Mccarthy got sight of
me and said:
"Sammis. I'm told that ye are an
orphan boy all by Yourself"
Not strictly an orphan, only father
less"
so you've got a mother. have ye?
Well, a poor fatherless boy can't be
havin' too many mothers, and I'll also
be a mother to ye."
81 hadn't better call you ma when
any ones around, had l. ma?'
II was a-thinkin' about that, Sam
mis-" she thoughtfully replied.
mo, l guess you hadn't. You see.
it might lead to jealousy and more.
Sammis, dye mind 1 went down to the
basement to eat me lunch wild that
spalpeen OK an engineer the other
day.?
Seems rs If l did. You thought Mr..
Flyn would be a bit lonely, l 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 a 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 a
woman wild a lunch basket-the en-
gineer's W true and legal wolfe!
Wasn't that a pretty mess. me SOM"
did anything happen?"
I'm not clear about it. Sammis, but
l think somethin' did. l have a dim
recollection of bein' banged on the
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 be able to
make it out to me satisfaction. All
I'm sure Of is that me head has been
achin' ever since that hour, and every
time | draw a breath / feel like hittfn'
that engineer Yer the head with me
bucket"
And We'll put up a job on him and
get him boUnced?"
"By and by, perhaps, but not now.
Well move slowly in this matter, Sam
mis-, and meanwhile I'm lookin' for you
to defend yer adopted mothers reputa-
ton should any gossip arise. Ye might
deny that ye took me down that day.
BY the way, how's the mortgage on the
home, Sammis?"