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Show Philanthropic Beggars. "Say, mister, give me some money to ray some supper with. I haven't had a rite to eat today. Can't you help ma Jong?" It was a street beggar accosting a sor-i I'trfnl looting yonng man on one of the irincipal thoroughfares of the city. The roting mau stopped. "There's a nickel," aid he. "It's the last I have, but take 1. 1 shall soon be where they don't need Mey. I am tired of this life, so take it ud good luck to you;" "Are yon so much in need as that, partner?" asked the beggar. "Yes, I have been looking for work for two weeks, but it's no use, and my way's all gone." ' : ' ,; ' For a while the beggatf hesitated, then hepulled out a dollar. "Here," said he, "take this. You're worse off than I am." "No," answered the young man firmly. 'It won't do me any good good-by," ud ho walked rapidly down the street. A policemnn overheard the remark rod he followed and overtook the itranger. "Look here," said he, "are you tha Mlow that's about to commit suicide?" A hearty laugh interrupted further Itiestions. "That's all right, officer," said the wild-bs suicide. "I am just trying a Me game on these 6treet beggars, and 's the third one to-night who has fed me money. Kansas City Globe. |