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Show i ' f I SHORT STORIES 1 S OF STREET AND TOWN J Attorney Soren X. Christensen played the good Samaritan recently and as a result he was, in the language of the streets, "played for a sucker." . ' The genial attorney was about to enter en-ter a restaurant for breakfast when a man cf 'seedy appearance approached "I'm in hard luck," he said to Christensen. Chris-tensen. "So?" asked the attorney. "Been sick. Can you give me a piece of money to get a breakfast with?" "Come In here and I'll fix you up," said Christensen, 1ecause the mendicant's mendi-cant's face was clean, his clothes were neat and carefully brushed. . At the cashier's desk Christensen told the money changer that he wanted the man to have a good breakfast and that be would pay for it. Then the beggar seated 'himself at a table and an obsequious waiter approached. "Bring me a cocktail. Martini. Then I want a porterhouse steak, thick, onions on the side. Give me "French fried potatoes, coffee and buckwheat cakes with maple syrup. By the way, waiter, give me a bottle of beer. That's all. Hurry." The waiter filled the bill with alacrity. alac-rity. Soren X. called an hour later and esked for the check for the beggar's breakfast' "One slxfy-flve" was all that the cashier said. "Gosh!" said .Christensen. as he paid the bilL . -. Now Christensen is waiting for. the tx?g-gar man to be arrested on a vagrancy- charge, or any other old charge. It is not likely .that Christensen will volunteer to defend him in the event that he is arrested. ; . - . . im , ...'. - This is the story of a dog, a bird and a street car. - The bird was, and still Is, nothing hut an English sparrow. The dog was a mongrel,.. with a strain of setter in him. The street car doesn't need to be described. de-scribed. . - . The bird perched Itself on the trolley wire and was spied by the dog. His dog&hip rushed to the middle of the, car track, and raising himself on ' his haunches, barked vociferously, while the bird cocked its head on one side and eyed an approaching street car with amusement'. The motorman rang his gong hard, the soarrow twittered In evident enjoyment en-joyment of the beauty of the scenery, and the dog barked. The motorman applied his brake but the rails were slippery, and the car slid. The bird still twittered safely now Ion a telegraph wire, but the voice of the dog was stilled forever, and the car went on. |