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Show There Should. Fritz the gardener was a stolid German Ger-man who was rarely moved to extraordinary ex-traordinary language. Even the most provocative occasions only caused him . to remark mildly on his ill-luck. Not long ago he came back from the city in the late evening after a hard day In the market place. He was sleepy, and the train being crowded, the baggageman bag-gageman gave him a chair in his-roomy his-roomy car. Finally the train rea-jhed Bloom-field. Bloom-field. Fritz still slept as it pulled in. and his friend had to shake him and tell him where he was. "I tanks you," said Fritz, as he rose slowly to his feet. The open door of the car was directly in front of him. He walked straight out of it. The baggageman sprang to look after aft-er him. Fritz slowly picked himself up from the sand by the side of the track, looked up at the door, and said with no wrath in his voice: "There should here be some steps." St. Paul Dispatch. |
