Logan Republican | 1904-04-06 | Page 6 | Nectar in His

Nectar In Hit. Ho was nothing but a tramp a modest, mod-est, retiring tramp, ono of tho naturo's noblemen kind and when In answer to his timid knock a young matron opened tho door ho asked: "Might I beg for a cup of hot water from the breakfast tablo?" "You might," sho began frigidly, when ho Interrupted: "Would It bo possible to rpll a fow drops of co (Too Into It?" "It would be, hut " "And a spoontiil of milk " "I never In my life " "Ono moment, plcaso. I don't asR for sugar, but If you will kindly look Into tho cup it will bo turiicd lido ncc-tar ncc-tar nectar, madam, tho food of tho gods." Ho got it, and two largo pieces of toast besides.