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THE FALLS CITY TRIBUNE , FRIDAY , JUNE 5 , 1908 ii THE STRANGE VISITOR Br EMMA C. OOBNIDROOK ( Copyright. ) There were only three ntops to tlio front door , but tlio innii took tlioin with a heavy , logging trend ; each was nn effort , A maid answered his sum mons , "Is the Hov Mr. Tcniplo at homo ? " ho naked. "No , sir. " "When do you expect him ? " 1 can't sny , " ropllod the maid , tak ing In with n quick glance the visit or's ehnhby clothing and spiritless lr. "Ho wont out after lumjbaml may bo back In hnlf-au-haur , or Wt for two or three Will yon lonvo your name or n mesBago ? " The man turned his head and looked down the Btroot , hesitated , and then eald with a grim mnllo : "Say a cousin of hla called. " "Stap ! " exclaimed the girl. "Mrs. Temple Is at homo , but has had the grip , and Is not well enough to leave her room. She might llko to know. " Beforp ho could protest the maid was gone. She returned quickly , nay- Ing : "Mrs. Temple says , sir , If yon care to walk In and wait for Mr. Temple ho may not bo long. " Still the man hesitated , but seemed physically unable to go farther. With the Game lingering ntop , as If a weight was attached to each foot , ho followed the servant Into the hall , and entered a room , the door of which HIO held open. A bright flro on the low hearth sent oul a cheerful gloam. "A queer sort of cousin ho Is , " mut tered the girl nn she closed the door. "Ho never as much as took off his hat. tint he's been awful sick for sure , and ain't well yet" Left ulono , the visitor throw his hat on the floor , and then , as a little blaze "Who Are You ? " shot up from the hearth , stretched his hands towaids It almost nppoadlngly * The hands wore well shaped , but coarse from work. Ho looked at thorn curiously. "Tho eternal grind ! " ho muttered bitterly. "Not a man , but n machine , worked by a system. And now what ? " The problem was too much for him. Ho sank Into an armchair near , his head fell buck , and ho WHS soon fast asleep. Ho awoke with a start ; something had brushed the hand which hung over the side of his chair. For n min ute or so ho was too dazed to realize his position. Then ho saw n face such as artists loved to paint for cherubs , round , bright , Innocent as an angel's , lifted to his. A boy of about six years , Ids hair falling on his turned back collar , stood beside him. "Was you asleep ? " asked the child. The man's only reply was a ques tion. tion."Who " " "Who are you ? "Eddie Temple , " \\us lh reiidy an swer. "This is my papa's house , you know , and this Is his 'tudy. Ho reads the books , " ho went on , glancing at the well-niled shelves , "all of 'em , and ho writes oh , he wiltes heaps and heaps of letters and sermons ! " "Docs ho make them the ser mons ? " The Intended satire was beyond the child's reception. Ho could not recall having once heard his father say to his mother , " 1 do not make my ser mons. They rather seem to make themselves and me. " Something , however , In the man's tone was of fensive to the boy's fine'Intuition , and ho answered with dignity : "My papa is the best man In the whole world. " What demon possessed the man that he met this slmplo faith with a sneer ? "You believe in him , then ? " he said. said.Tho The words suggested n formula with which the child was familiar. "I believe In God the Father Al mighty , " ho said reverently. The man kicked aside a footstool. It was a wornout creed to him. Ho faced his Juvenile opponent , each on oppo- Bite banks of mighty Issues. The boy's next remark caused a diversion. "Why did you cut off your hair ? " he asked. "My mamma cried , mind you , when a man cut off my curls. I want ed him to , for some one called mo a 'aissle' and thought I was a girl. " The Injured tone was amusing , but the man did not smile and made no re ply , Eddlo prnttlod on : "Mamma has the grip , but she's going to got wall. Kthel , that's my Muter she's elder than me Is taking cnro of her. I had the measles and my hand was burnin' mad. When nurse wns snaring one night I thought It was n bullfrog , and 1 wanted to got out of bed and go down to the pond. 1 told my pnpa 1 didn't want to be an angel ; I'd rn'ver bo a bullfrog , " The child laughed , but It woke no echo. The man gazed at the dying embers on the hearth , but there was no ono to Interpret the desire to es cape from this Innocent conlldenco , In bin expression , or tlm problems In IIH ! heart. Mcnnwhllo Mrs. Temple was worry Ing about the strnngo visitor , having gathered enough from the maid's ac count to nrouso uneasiness. Her hus band had just been appointed to a parish In a hitherto unknown locality where they found qulto n number of people desirous of cliilmlng kinship. There were llrst , second and third cousins , a colony of Temples , and , of course , this WIIH ono of them. He ought to go away , but she must do her part. She bade the servant take a tray of refreshments to the study and bring out Master Eddie. The man was hungry , but restrained himself unUl the mnld and child had disappeared. Then ho ute and drank all that was set before him. With a weary motion ho picked up his hat , and had got Into th6 hall when the front door was opened by n latch key and ho found himself face to face with a tall figure Mr. Temple at fast ! After n few words the minister led his strange visitor back to the study. Ho turned the key on the inside. What passed between them no ono know , unless there wcro invisible watchers. An hour went by , darkness was settling down on the outsldo world ; there may have been gleams of light within. Mistress and cook fret ted at the delay of supper , but the minister had "moat to eat that they knew not of. " It was qulto dark when the visitor was shown out of the house by Mr. Tomplo. They parted with a long land-clasp. Then the man was alone on a crowded street. Ho walked on rapidly , as with a purpose , and after i time boarded a street car. It was In n poor Hat In the lowest mrt of the town where ho had boon old slip lived. When ho left the cur 10 passed nlong a dreary avenue , through u narrow yard , to the rear of w old block. There , peering through a window , ho saw her. Her boy his boy ! wns at her oieo , saying his nightly prnyor. Merciful - ciful God ! Was ho praying for his absent father , afar oft In his misery and shame praying that ho might bo brought homo ? The child was put to bed , the worn- in resumed her sewing. Was there a tap on the window ? She was out out to where ho wiw knooliim on the cold earth , clasping ilm , drawing him not ns a shamed wlfo , but with all a mother's tender ness and pity. And ho ? Wo dare not analyze a strong man's agony. "I bollovi ! In God the Father Al mighty now. " he nald , brokenly , when ho found speech. "Ho has spoken to mo this day In A way I could not mistake by n good man and a true woman. " "ny the way , Kdward. " Mrs. Temple plo said some weeks later , "havo you over aeon that strange cousin of yours since the ono who spent an uttornoon hero while 1 wan sick ? " "Indeed I have , moru than ouco , " lior husband answered. "Hut , my dear , ho Is not my cousin. " "Why , ho said ho was. " "I nm afraid 1 overlooked the de ception which oddly suggested Itself to him , In view of his estimate of mo. His coming hero as ho did was the greatest compliment 1 ever received. " "Does ho live near ? " persisted the wlfo. There was a humorous twinkle In the minister's cyo us ho answered : "He was Just out of the state prison. " HAVE THINGS THEIR OWN WAY. Dandlts of Odessa Rob and Slay with Comparative Immunity. Recently the country round Odessa , Russia , has been Infested by armed bandits , who swoop unexpectedly on country mansions and lout thorn before the Inolllcicnt authorities can got wind of the attack. People unfortunate enough to witness the raid ar mur dered , as a safeguard against evidence of the crime. Two remarkable tales of the banditti arc among the latest re ports from Odessa , A largo party of peasants , enraged by the murder of some of their number , managed to sur prise two of the bandits , whom they disarmed and took into a flold. There a grave was dug , and. after binding their prisoners , the peasants throw them Into the grave and burled them alive. A wooden cross , painted black , was erected to mark the tragedy , when the earth had been stamped hard. Mr. Arthur Herbert King , the English manager of nu Odessa tannery , put fear Into the hearts of u band of six , who rushed Into the ofllco with revolvers vers , crying , "Hands up ! " The pro prietor and half a dozen of his staff resent obeyed ; but to the amoze- nent of the robbers , who had never experienced such nn Incident , the Eng lishman , though'unarmed , refused. The bandit covering him pulled the trig ger , but , fortunately , the weapon missed lire. Ho drew his dagger , but e.nothcr of the band , recogntrlng Mr. King as nu Englishman , struck bla comrade's hand down. The robber * decamped with $1,000. t < O TIMC FOR SENTIMENT Secretary Morton Smashed Lifetime Dream of Old Sailor. In an article on Paul Morton , late secretary of the navy , the Now Yorb Evening Post says : "When , on ono occasion , a navy do partmcnt clerk brought him the great official parchment commission of a newly promoted roar admiral for hla signature ho signed It , after reading It , as he would any document before signing , and noting the clerk still pres ent with the document , Inquired what ho wanted and wns told : " 'Admiral Blank would very much like to lecclvo his new commission from the hands of the secretary of the navy personally. ' " 'Where Is ho ? ' asked the secretary. " 'Admiral Hlnnk Is upstairs , In his office , sir. ' " 'Ask him to coino here , ' was the command , and In a few moments the grizzled veteran presented himself to the secretary of the navy. "Evidently , the olllcer was filled with sentimental emotion on this event the climax of his naval career. From boyhood ho had lived for this moment , his long terms of sea duty , the monotony of shore service , the anxieties of war , the arrogance of su perior olllceis , the whole chapter of the rigors , the self-denial and self- discipline , was to bo crowned with the evidence of honor which his country bestows upon faithful naval ofllcers. He looked his expectation of words of praise , as If In lonely watches he had dreamed of the eloquent sentences which would become the psalm of his old age. "The secretary of the navy stood up , handed the open parchment to the speechless rear admiral , and said only this : " 'Admiral Blank , hero's your com mission. ' "Then ho sat down to his desk and went qn with his work , unconscious of having smashed a lifetime's dream. " NOT GIVEN TO THE WORLD. Senator's Mischief Making Confined to His Own Knowledge. A senator who went to Washington recently was met by a friend , who cor dially greeted him , and , knowing his predilection for quiet sport , said : "Well , I hope you have been keeping out of mischief. " "That reminds mo of a story , " was the response. "Out In my state there was a member of the legislature who never had been known to make a speech. Ho was a farmer and had been elected against his will. In company with mo , ho attended n cross-roads meeting and the crowd yelled that they wanted to hear from him. He shambled to the front of the platform , threw buck hla coat , and rested his hand on h'.s hip. " 'I want you people to know nt the outset , ' he declared , 'that I am a good man.1 "There was a storm of laughter at what was believed to be a humorous sally. The old man , however , was in dead earnest In his protestation of purity. The laughter of the crowd nn- gored him. ' " 'And I want you to know , more over , ' ho shouted , 'that I am a d bad man , and I've got guns here to pi'ovo It. But , I know you nro a bunch of coyotes and I'll keep my guns In my pocket. ' "So. " the senator concluded , "I am a good man and I nm a bad man. Hut I'll keep my evil ways to myself. " Statue of Marble or Bronze ? There Is a division of opinion In the Indiana commission which has been named to make arrangement for the placing of a statue of Gen. Low Wal lace In the statuary hall of the cap ital In Washington. Some of the members want the memorial to bo of bronze , while the others want It to bo of marblo. It is said that there Is no agreement on the matter in sight. There are only a few statues of bronze In Memorial hall , and those that are there , to some eyes at least , have not the beauty of the statues in marble. It may be that this Is alto gether a matter of workmanship rath er than of material , but the marble memorials have n holding beauty that the others seem to lack. An olllcor of Wallace's old com mand , Cnpt. McGrew , who is a mem ber of the commission , declares that ho never will consent to a bronze statue of the soldier-writer. It maybe bo that the matter will have to he settled by the legislature of Indiana , but if the legislators were to go to Washington and look over the memo rials already there the chances are whether they know anything of art or not they will decide in favor of marblo. Make Trouble for Reporters. There is always great excitement among the otllclal reporters of the house when Representative Littlelleld begins n speech. The men who do the shorthand work of congress are regarded as the most expert report ers in the country , but It is with fear and trembling that they approach their tusk when "tho gentleman from Maine" Is recognized by the speak er. Llttlefleld talks like the proverb ial blue streak. He seems never to tire or to paiiBo for breath. If he did not enunciate well It would be al most Impossible for the reporters to catch his utterances. As it is they manage , by a special effort , to keep pace with him , but they are always glad when he has finished. Senator Money of Mississippi gives the senate reporters much trouble. Ho is not only a fast talker , but has a wonder ful vocabulary. His rapid flre of words , In a ) ow tone of voice , drives the reporters almost to distraction. PREJUDICE AND THE METER MAN "Figures can't Ho , " but some per sons won't believe that about the gas motor. That Is why the gas meter man'ii Job Is something like bnwbnll umi Ire's only worse. There Is al- wajs kicking , A human being who has been readIng - Ing gas meters for a dozen years comes through the ordeal with the fatalism of Omar and the cynicism of an old reporter. Hut his stock of pa- .tlouco Is truly wonderful. Job would appear to bo nn Impetuous and Irrit able man alongside this survivor. "Ma , the gas man has camo. " That Is often the signal for the poor meter man's woes to begin. The lady of the house follows him Into the cel lar and the dark corner wherein the meter reposes. She knows the way of the gas men and she Is going to watch. "Mrs. Jones , In the apartment be low , showed me her gas bill yesterday , Do you know what It was ? " The motor man said ho didn't. "Well , It was GO cente less than mine. How do you account for that ? " "She burned less , madam. " "Burned loss ? Why , she burns Just twice what I do , for she has three meals to cook a day and I have only two. And they sit np all hours of the night , and wo never burn our lights after ton o'clock. I think It Is perfect ly disgraceful. I'm paying part of hers. That's what It Is , and you know It. " "I'll have the motor tested , madam , If you wish , " he ventured , courteously. She did wish. So the meter was tested , and It was as she said the meter was wrong. But the discs were beating the company Instead of the customer. She paid higher bills after ward , but was satisfied. Nobody can be Induced to believe the meter. Often , the mistress of the household will lead the meter man triumphantly to the machine , and pointing a finger of scorn , request him to listen. When one listens Intently , a faint , a very faint squeak can be heard. This Is whore the gas goes to , she declares. Either- there Is a leak or there Is a mouse Inside. Protests are In vain. Assurances that all meters squeak n little avail naught. It has to be taken out and a new ono put In. There Is the mistress of a large household In the South end who thinks she has scored a triumph over the meter man to this day. It happened at the end of a summer vacation. "What about this ? " she demanded , when the man put In an appearance In response to her summons , after she had received a stiff bill. "Look at this gas bill. More than our "average , and here the house has been closed. I've boon away with the .children and George has been nlono. Ho has only burned gas enough to go to bed each night. I've caught you at last , my friend. " It fild look queer. And yet the meter man was sure that his reading was correct. Ho tested the meter , and could llnd nothing wrong. Finally he decided to go to "George" himself. That worthy was a bluff , hearty man , who took a great Joy In living. Ho favored the meter man with a knowing grin , and proceeded to take a rqll from his pockot. "I-er had to do a little entertaining for some friends of mine when my wlfo was awny. I'll pay that bill , and don't you say anything about It. " "Sure , " replied the meter man. "I used to play some myself once. " After awhile , some men get a sort of personal feeling against the gas meter , and the gas meter man. It Is llko the constant weather kicker , who Is sure that the supply handed out Is a personal "affront to him. People have been known to smash meters when greatly Incensed In this way , and their requests for changes of meters come In frequently. Not long ago a man met the gas meter reader at the door. Under his arm he held his meter , which looked as If It had been wrenched from the will. "Hero's your meter , " ho said , sternly. "I'm going away on business for a couple of weeks , and I don't In tend to have that rotten machine whiz zing away at my expense all the time I'm gone. " There are a great many people who try to beat the meters , where the coin meters are used. These are the ma chines In which n quarter Is placed and gas Is supplied until the amount equivalent to the coin Is Consumed. The meter man frequently finds spuri ous coins when ho makes his round to collect or discovers that attempts have been made to employ other than coin of the realm , without success. For the machines nro so cunningly contrived that nothing but a whqlo coin of the proper weight and size and edges will pass Into the meter and do the Job. People who are not accustomed to the use of gas 6r to meters are the chief objectors. They do not under stand them , and they cannot see how a machine could fail to boat the cus tomer. Ono man , of foreign extrac tion , demanded his old meter back after his llttlu old-fashioned machine had been changed for one of a newer htyle "You take out my leetle meter and put In that big box , " ho observed , sage ly. "Big box makes lots of gas Lectio box makes leetle gas. I want leetle box again. " He got It and paid higher bills , be"- cause he was using more gas , but ho satisfied. DOTTED TEARS V/ON SUIT. Extraordinary Letter by Father of Spurned Girl Read In Court. A thousand dots were In a letter which was read In a breach of promise action at Chester Sheriff's court re cently. "These nro not kisses , but tears , " the letter , which was of an extraor dinary character , explained. Last year n Cheadlo cab proprietor , named Arthur Morrell , met Elizabeth Ann Rhodes , an Ashton-uuder-Lyuo mill forewoman , who Is now 20 years old , nt a wedding party. Ho apparently fell In love and wrote her many letters and post cards. In February last they became engaged , and the wedding was to have taken plaec In September , but the cab pro prietor wrote asking the young woman to "let him free , " ns their "social con ditions were not qulto equal. " The young woman's father in reply wrote the letter , which was read In court : "When you go to church and sing your praise try to' think of the lass you have now spurned and left with a broken heart. "When you uplift your voice In prayer , may the heaven bo as brass. May God repay thee for what thou hast done. " Then followed 1,000 dots and these words : "These are not klssos , but tears from a mother's and daughter's hearts , which before they knew you never , had a care. "May you for every tear that falls and every throb In their hearts repent It millions and millions of times over and over again , and every time you look nt a lass or hear the church bells chime at night when" you go to sleep , and at morn when you awake , may you think of this letter and a lass with n broken heart. " The Jury awarded 40 damages. London Express. Some Suggestions As to Lying. There Is not so much objection to lying ns there Is to a lack of ar ( . in the tolling of a lie. It Is no use to tell a lie unless you are going to ac complish your purpose. Lies can do the work whether they arc discovered or not. It Is all in the manner of tell ing them. In the first place never tell a lie when the truth will do just as well. This serves to establish your reputation and gives your lies a standIng - Ing they could not otherwise gain. Never tell a big He to gain a small object , nor tell a little He to gain a big object. Let all your lies be big and lusty fellows , and let them have some big business in hand. These two rules are really Imperative If you ex pect to become a successful and pro ficient liar. Llttle'lles for little things are not worth telling. Finally , always have the courage of your lies. Stick to 'em. If you are not bravo enough to stand by your own lies , why send them out only to be betrayed ? A man Is the rankest sort of n coward that refuses to give his lie any support when It crawls back to him from the buffetlngs , beatIngs - Ings and rough usage of the populace. Brace It up with manufactured cor roborative evidence and artificial con- Urination and send It out again re newed In spirit and vigor. Washing ton Times. Killed 189 Ducks at One Shot. Harry Malcolm , ex-deputy game warden , sends to the Sun a photograph of a remarkable nine-barrel gun with a single trigger , which has the effec tiveness of a Galling gun In slaughter ing ducks. A single pull of the trig ger fires off all the barrels , and one discharge Is said to have killed 189 ducks. Mr. Malcolm , assisted by Messrs. R. H. Cox , W. M. Lyon and Sidney Bar ber , arrested a party of hunters who were using the gun to the great detri ment of the wild duck hunting sport on the Potomac river. Seven men were taken along with the gun , which Is of n type forbidden by law. Mr. Mulcolmn says that ror years they have been unlawfully killing ducks and driving others from the Potomac river and tributary creeks. The capture of the outfit , he says , Is a great relief to the owners of lands In the neighborhood.VIlh tin ; gun were captured four sloops , seven big guns , 100 decoys , seven skiffs , 150 pounds of powder and So dead ducks. Baltimore Sun. Arnold's Question Well Answered. There are renewed efforts to paint Benedict Arnold In clean , white col ors. They remind a writer of the fol lowing anecdote : * On ono of his raids Arnold captured an American ofllcer In Virginia. After a few days he said : "Captain , what would our countrymen do with me if they caught me ? " "Well , sir , " replied the captain , "If I must answer the question , I should say that If my countrymen should catch you they would first cut off your lame leg , which was wounded In the cause of freedom and virtue at Quebec , and bury it with the honors of war ; then they would hang the remainder of your carcass on n gibbet ! " Side Lights on History. Scott was writing the "Lay of the Last Minstrel. " "After which , " he muttered , with a grim smile , "with your kind permis sion , ladles and gentlemen , the gifted vocalist , Herr Spuytentuyfol , will sing the pathetic ballad entitled , 'Mamma , Your Little Darling Is Too Full to Eat Any More/1 ! For well he knew that there would be still later minstrels wltii other lays. , 1 AGO UNT TTLEUNT TTLE IN FULL "What is that for ? " asked the Llttlo Lady. It was a ten-dollra bill , framed and glazed , hanging on the wall of the of fice. fice."In "In memory of nn honest debtor , " replied the Discontented Man. "Aro they so rare , then ? " she asked. "Very. And then the circumstances of that payment were unusual. Wo had a tenant , n little chorus girl , who lived In a llttlo room In ono of our buildings. She was out of work. Had .been 111. Hard up and behind with her rent. Lord only knows how she lived. Mostly on pickles , tea and breakfast food cooked over a gas jet. Poor little hallroom girl. But she was honest , and whenever she earned anything she paid a dollar or two on * her re , t and struggled along , eking out her pennies with all the dodges girls know , washing handkerchiefs and sticking them on the window panes instead of ironing , doing up lace collars by rolling them round a curl ; ing iron and " "It seins to mo , " said the Little Lady , "that you Unow too much " "I beg your pardon ? " "Nothing. Go on. " "At last she got nn engagement to go on the road , and she was as happy as the queen of Tarsacon. She owed us $10 and some little scores to other people , and before she left she called on each one and ttold them she would pay as soon as she received her sal ary. ary."I "I told her 'All right ; no hurry , ' and HO she passed on after the fashion ot tenants. "It was December 30 of that year , in the afternoon , and 1 was nlono and' working on some accounts , when t felt a sort of cold draft , and I raised my head to see who was coming In , thinking the door had been opened , and besclde my desk stood Miss Patsy Vane. She hud come In so softly that I hadn't heard her. " 'Why , how are you ? ' I said. 'When did you get back ? Have you left the company. ' "She sat down before answering. 'The show has closed , " she 'said. 'I just got back and want to pay my debt. ' And she opened her little pocketbook - etbook and took out a ten-dollar bill and handed It to me. As I took It I noticed that she had a big rod mark across her fingers , and as I wrote a receipt I asked , 'What's the matter with your hand ? ' " 'I burnt it , ' said sho. "I gave her the receipt and she fold ed it and put It In her pocketbook and stood up. 'Thank you so much for waiting , ' she said , 'you have been aw fully kind to me. Good-by. ' She hesi tated a moment and then extended her hand and I took it. Her fingers were very cold. " 'Good-by , ' I said , and I walked to the door with her , opened It for her , and so she went away. In a short time some of the other fellows came In , and I laid aside my accounts and went out , and as I got out in the street the newsboys were barking about the Iroquois theater fire. 'Good luck that Patsy got out before ' I thought. 'Why , she said the show had closed ? ' and I bought a paper and saw that the Bluebeard company was playing there at the time of the flro. "Still , I thought she had left the company until In next day's papers I saw that among the lost was Patsy Vane , and then I knew that In broad day I had sen and talked with her spirit , just released. I mlgnt have thought I had dozed and dreamed , but in the cash drawer of the safe was the ten-dollar bill , just like any other bill , except that one end was scorched. "When the members of the com pany straggled back to New York I saw Patsy's chum. 'Oh , ' she said , 'Poor , poor Patsy. Sso was so glad to get to work and saved to pay what she owed In New York , and that after noon she told me she had all paid but ten dollars rent , and she had just got that and would sent It next day. When the flro came wo started out together , and she would have got out , only she said : "I forgot my pocketbook , " and she ran back for it , and never cot out' V "So I kept that bill and had it framed "as a souvenir of a remarkable experience. " "Do you expect me to bellevo that ? " asked the Llttlo Lady. "No , " coolly said the Discontented Man , "but Just the same it's true , and she paid it to me sitting right in that chair vou'ro sitting In now. " The Little Lady got up hastily and moved to another chair. "I did not think you were the kind of man to have such fancies , " she said. "I didn't think so myself , " said the Discontented Man , "but it seems that to me it was appointed. " Furniture Repairers. The large furniture houses have men to go around and fix up any scratch or damage a customer may find in goods he has bought. His presence in a house , with his snug kit of tools and polishes , usually emphasizes the wab bly legs of an old chair , the scar in the table top which Freddie's shoe made months ago and a score of other things with which the repair man has no concern. But he fixes them readily enough , though sometimes pressed for time , and he always carries away a good-sized tip. Some days the mone thus earned "on the side" exceeds the ! repairer's salary from the firm. N. Y. ' Sun.