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Show Mr. Jkrawa ul the Bootblaek. A bootblack walked into the office of Mr. Armour. Ha had none of his outfit with him, but the bootblack was stamped in his face and all over him. He went to the gate where a guard stands between his post and the greatest packer in the world. "Were s de old man?" vuredekaAk. tn. - The guard told the boy to get ont. "Yon tell de ole man dat I want to see him. I want to see him alone. I don't want to bodder yon nor de ole num. But I want to see de ole man, an' I to Bee him right off." . Mr. Armour at his desk overhead the ragged request. "Let that boy come in here," he called to the young man at the gate. The urchin approached M; Armour Ar-mour in a business like way. There were no preliminary compliments. "Hay," spoke the urchin, "I took a nap out dere in do alley, and wHle I was asleep some o' dem kids from the board o' trade oonie along and swiped (stole) my kit an I'm short. I want ter borrar a dollar to buy me a kit an' TU pay you back on de 'stallment plan. Bee?" Mr. Armour handed the boy two surer su-rer dollars and told him to go. But the boy handed back one of the dollars and aid: ' ' "I doan' want but one. fm goin' to pay it back, and dere's no nse o' a man goin' in deeper'n his hoad. I alius keep mj head above de water." The truth of the above story is vouched for by one who saw the scene and overheard over-heard the conversation. Chicago Tribune. |