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Show I lie Win n Man for All That. It was in West street, itml there was a crush of trucks that blocked the way from pavement to ferry entrance). A man with raised clothes anil nr.n stained face stood at tho corner aud begged every man who passed him to give Iiita ten cents. lie was the picture of degradation degrada-tion and misery. There was nothing about him to indicate that he retained any of the sulf respect of former day. A woman with a child in her urins and another clinging to her skirts endeavored to cross the choked up street. She gut in among the wagons, and the flying wagon tongues and clanking harness terrified ter-rified her. She attempted to escape, but heavy wheels blocked the way, and right over her stood two immense truck horses. Then she screamed. A man darted out from the sidewulk. Catching the horses by the reins he threw them back on their haunches, and cried out to tlie driver with an oath to keep back, Then he opened a way through tho tangle with a determined arm. 'Let me take the little girl," he said, and picking tip the child carried her across the street, guiding the frightened mother. When they had escaped from the jam he set the child ou tho ground, bowed clumsily and worked his way back through the blockade to his old stand on the corner. That was all, but his head was up a little higher and ho looked more like a man, until some one came along and he sank back into his degradation with the old whino on his lips for a few cents. New York Tribune. |