Evening star., 1919-03-23
is about man who has no

but yet again 1t isn't a sad one.
1t is what you might call
brave story; and, as bravery is what
most of us need, here goes:
The man has a way-off brother
who sends him so much money every
month. And he calls this brother his
pocketbook. And he has sister who
drops in once in while to tell him
the news that's going around. And he
calls her his world.
And there is an old brown man who
waits on him hand and foot; taxes
him for airings. lights his pipe
and props the bowl against the table
so that he can keep the stem In ms
mouth and sits tirelessly ready at any
hour of the day or night to FOLD news
papers into fresh reading places ana
books. To the way-off brother and
the once in "a while sister the old
brown man Is a paid servant.
But the armless man calls him MS
heart and soul.
Not so long ago an ancient colonel
from the cotton belt came to Wash
ington and accidentally ran against
the brown man. who had been his BODY
servant in the days when their world
was young. The two old fellows fairly
hugged each other in the JOY OF
their coming together and the colonel
with his arm around.the others shoul-
der told how lonely he was with
everybody dead and gone, and how ne
was going to take old Bob back with
him to live in clover for the rest or
his life. =,
But his old Bob, chuckling and
quavering over the delight of the in
vitation, had to refuse. His clover
p,aa eytra thorps for the man without
arms.
Bob admitted to a family of one
that he had to take care of. The colonel
insisted upon getting acquainted. Ana
when he left the room the armiess
man said to himself: II have found
friendship"
And the next thing the 'pocketbook"
and the world" knew. that colonel
had taken that armless man and his
old Bob to plantation home way
down south in the field of cotton-to
live in clover forever and ever.
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A WOMAN with mathematical soul
had collected a months dues
from herself. per itemized account:
For one snippy remark. Is cents. 1t.
would have been 25 cents, except that
she apologized.
For one loud remark in a room
where a score Of dear boys were dig
ging into their brains and mustn't be
disturbed, at one-half cent per boy.
10 cents.
For putting Mrs Cornelia Caesar in
the spotlight that belongs to Mrs.
Above-Suspicion Calphurnia, Is cents.
For sending above mistake to the
composing room, 25 cents.
Interest on all fines to date, 10
cents.
Total, Is cents.
The money had to be spent in just
one way. So the woman hunted and
hunted between times until she came
to a couple of tiny girls looking at
cheap dolls in a store window. And
this is what they We're saying:
IF l had 10 cents I'd buy that one
with the pink flower in her hat"
I'D ravver have an ice tWeam tone.'
'I guess I'd rather have cone, too.
No, I wouldn't either. I'd rather have
a doll, because l could have 1t after
the cone was gone"
So the mathematical soul made
friends with the girles, and by the
time each had a doll and an ice cream
cone and a revel at the movies the
woman owed herself 27 cents.
Which shows that you can always
find what you want If you know how
to look for it.
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TT you pronounce him Farragut, you
oughtn't to, because it is Farragoo.
A woman said so to tourist party
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