The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, January 13, 1901, Page 9

he Press Pub- New York the check Ba F ad few m “ re the Thirty- 4. Ay the Waldorf- « :rhe s t out and e G ‘gl e stepped & e B for him,” said the Boy. I there.” The old man e at the check and nearly dered. He id ¢ little inn, and eighty cents! Hen- ion, but highway robbery At the d the Boy, “that’s noth- u 4 upoa ing for thi You've got to pay for the surroun , vou know ¥ f you say eat the t ver s0, Is I don’t surroundings, and I'd a dinged sight 1 tell vou! rather pav 50 cgnts and eat all I pay not 1o for, I'll tell you that!” at me, or They ieft the hotel and took a cab for the Metropolitan Opera-house. The ' electric lights on Broadway nearly hzppened next he never pjinded the old man, and everv time a imselfl flat upon _y10 ooy ‘gong clanged he thought it e cabman on top of ) e ¢ been serious. but p i minutes after the old ero- - ceryman sat down, he clutched the sides of his scat as though he thought it could buck and throw him. “What ails you now'?“ whispered the boy. “This seat,” roared th¢ old man, in what he fondly believed to be a sfage whisper. “It looks like the seats of the Migh but it's as uncomfortable as.if a iccberg. Besides, I guess I'ye smashed it. I heerd suthin’ smash.” ered and the i been attracted bv ved into the melee he tell you,” he said. e me money fo- HE wag )l THE CENTRE OF ALL “Get vp, and we'll see,” counseled the boy. The old man rose cautiously. “Goo’l heavens!” gasped the boy, peering 1rto the vacant seat, “you've sat down on your hat!” “No, I ain't,” vowed the old man, ause bere it is'in my hand. Nor yet ain’t your hat, either, "cause I see you hat under your seat.” The two looked in bewilderment at the wreck of the once resplendent tile, lying smashed and battered in the old man's seat. “Lord!” muttered the old man at last. “It b'longs ter that dude settin’ next to me. He must 'a’ left it in my seat and I sot oato it. And he don't know yet. Hadn't 1 better sneak?” “Not a bit,” exclaimed the Bad Boy, looking across at the unconscious vic- tim to misplaced hatgear. “I know that gentleman well. It is‘the Duke of Manchester. Apologize to him.” After a stare of -amazement the old man tapped the pseudo Duke on the shoulder and began ingratiatingly: “I knowed you. sir, the minute [ clapped eyes on Your Rovyal Majesty.” “What's that?” asked the surprised stranger. “I sav I knowed to look shy! ¥ ou. Now don't try re the Dook of Maa- THE SUNDAY CALL. "IN THE HANDS ¢ OF A POLICEMAN AND AN USHER." paid fines in most of them,’ under his bre: “Say,” interrupted the old any of them Where?” queried the Bad Bo “Up there in them bo like a horseshoe.” chester. That's who you are. Pon’t you “Oh, y They're all old deny it!" With an air he en ored to al the voung ma tended his ha f the lower tier of box Do you mean the one in t dress?” I don’t know w groce grasped it fer- tnk she'd like that.” a boon. oh gra- hink she'd a at color he er down t e with th the hand isn’ n Deal ving heard T car to a king in waist. he o uced by some feathers ¢ out of her hair SHE HELP L Oh, that one! Sure I know h S used to take her to Coney I 1 summer. Want to meet he Is she one of them rich v ou've hit it first time. She—Do th: ught it was the later she was in thine,” begged the groceryr eats boiled diamonds for tea.” W% Jo) ko3 v g the batt Introduce me!” commanded the gro. '4P-1ane o A snort from the Bad Bov. a snicker ceryman DRAMATIC DISCHETION. from th2 surrounding seats, and the “Not I!” refused the boy. “Why, old — red-faced and profane, man, it would ruin your chances “They took a straw vote at the theater with You see she's eccen wants o meet people in an sy 4 his hat from the groceryman h and boited for the aisl “You did that splendidly.” approved way. Just you go up there and sla 5 el 1o k,‘"‘W, which way to the Bad Boy. “One would think you'd on the hack and say, ‘Hello. there. the 'l"tl‘ n go in the play visited every court in Europe—and lady! What's the matter v i Record. ————— in’ a little icecream and IPT. cider after the show?’ She'll love you at first si “I'm oft!” whispered the old grocery- man in glee As the orchestra m, followed by a sounded HER FIRST A of b began boses. The Bad Boy made his way to .the TR 6 e s FOR MAN'S PROTECTION. “Is the Hon. Mr. “No, but go ea away from.™ *THEN GRANT mE, SOME, C LEMERNCY "