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Show Short Stories VALUE OF SYMPATHY. F. Augustus Ilolnzo, at a dinner In Iluttc, praised a Ve8torn orator. "At tho start." said Mr. Hclnze, "this man secures tho sympathy of his au-dlenco au-dlenco To secure sympathy at tho start Is very often tho socrct of success. "There was, for Instance, a distracted follow who entered a groccr'n shop and said: " '1 bellovo I am an Injured husband, sir, and I desiro to verify my suspicions by watching n house in the next street. But I can only do this safely from tho rear of your shop. Will you bo good enough to lot mo Bit by the open window win-dow there for half an hour?" "The grocer, patting tho man's shoulder shoul-der In kindly fashion, said: " 'To be sure, my friend. Make yourself your-self at homo. And good luck to you.' "Some time passed. Then the Jealous husband rushed through tho shop, rolling his eyes and muttering: " 'I'll kill her! I'll go home and get the gun and kill her now!' " 'Your wife?' said tho grocer. " 'Yes.' groaned the man. 'My falnc wife, ray adored May. I can not doubt her guilt, and before sundown I shall be a murderer.' "Tho grocer tried to detain him. but ho got. away. Nothing happened in tho way of murdor for an hour or more, and then, a little disappointed and suspicious, tho grocer made an investigation In tho back of his shop, to iind thnt thero had been passed out through tho open window win-dow threo tubs of butter, a crate of eggs, two bags of flour and a dozen hams." WHEN NEIGHBORS MEET. Denver Poit. At a certain Donvor hotel lives a vorv charming little widow who has many masculine admirers. The other day sho was askod by one of ihem to go out In the afternoon and play tennis. At tho courts sho met a man who struck her fancy. So, betwoen nets, 6he and the new man would sit on tho grass and talk. It was during ono of these Intermissions Inter-missions that ho said: "By the way, Mrs. Blank, may I ask whero you live?" "To be sure," she replied. "I llvo at tho such and such hotel." "That's queer," ho said. "I havo a room there, too. However, T'vo had it only a week. I'm thinking of changing. There Is a woman in tho next room to mine who comes in evory night about 32 o'clock and wakes me up with her noise. If they" don't oust her I'm going." "I don't blame you," said the little widow. "I know Just how you feel. There's a man In the next room to mine who comes home full almost every night and knocks the furnlturo around. I'm going to make a complaint about him If he doesn't reform." ' After tho games had beeu played the new young man walked down to the hotel ho-tel with her and her escort. They went for their keys together. Tho clerk handed hand-ed them 202 and 204. Their rooms wcro adjoining. INTERRUPTED GAME OF POKER. London M. A. P. Talking about America here 16 a story I heard the other day. I can hardly believe be-lieve It Is true. I wouldn't, only a citizen cit-izen of the great United States told it to me. John B. Bloggs and Silas K. Shuttle aro both canned goods packers of Chicago. Chi-cago. Thoy aro fierce rivals. They both happened to start off to "do Europe" at the same time. The other Sunday morning morn-ing chance throw them into the samo pew In a London church. When tho collection, plate came round Bloggs took It in his hand, put in a $5 bill, held It under the nose of Shuttle, and said: "I'll raiso you on anything you like to go." Shuttle deposited a ?10 bill. Bloggs sat down, put tho plate on his knee, and with cheerful alacrity took out his wallet to find $15. And thoy might havo been at It still If the horrified church warden had not Interfered. In-terfered. Of course. If you don't understand tho American national card game of "poker" you won't understand this story. |
