Life — February 13, 1902 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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TWO HEROES. Rhodes; AM, GENERAL! WHAT OLOMIOUS VICTORY DoRS ALI. THIS REPRESENT? Kilchener ; WOMEN AND CHILDREN FROM THY NEAREST CONCENTRATION CAMP. and had a mania for money. Cholly was to receive no wages, but in return he was ex- pected to work only seven days a week and evenings, Levi felt that he had been swin- dled. The thought rankled in his breast and it became a positive agony for him to sce Cholly eat. One night, as Cholly lay sleep- ing in his cosy corner on the floor remote from the pantry, Levi cautiously stole from the house, and entering the synagogue re- moved a silver dollar from the poor-box. He stealthily re-entered the house, and hold- ing the dollar in the tongs heated it white hot. ‘Then he pressed it on Cholly's throat and fell over dead, screaming, ‘‘ The mark ! The mark! The dollar mark!” Cuarter VII.—Tue Love or Rosy Axx. Cholly was always a heavy sleeper and had not noticed this little incident, Not so Rosy Ann, the beautiful telegraph operator in the office over the way, The scream of levi had interrupted her in her favorite amusement of listening to the messages passing over the line, and without stopping to remove her chewing gum or put on her snowshoes, she dashed across the street and began to apply mustard-plasters to the vivid mark on Cholly’s throat. As he slowly opened his eyes the glass one fascinated her. Poor girl, she had always lived in the coun- try and had never seen one before. And Cholly —he, too, had vague thoughts that it would be pleasanter to be the husband of a telegraph operator with a neat but modest salary than chief assistant to Levi Cohen on board wages, But Kathleen ! Cuarter VIUL—Destixy. Although it was early morning, all Cucei- acque was astir, This was the day of the First Annual Private Theatricals of the Young People’s Hebrew Association of Cacciacque, and people had come from all over the world to witness the solemn event. Among the fakirs drawn to Cacciacque was one owning a strange vehicle bearing the sign, “Owl Lunch.” As Cholly Steal approached it a strange, familiar, elusive, delightful odor filled his nostrils, ‘*’Ere y’arenow!” the fakircried ; “All hot! All hott All hot! The kind that mother used to make! Mince —custard -- cocoanut — apple! Take your choice and your fill for a quarter!” Cholly hesitated, but the old appetite was too strong, Once more he felt the pie surging through his veins, and he was another man. But what was this chill he felt stealing over him? Looking over his shoulder he saw — Kathleen! Withdrawing into a nearby doorway he beeame unconscious—frost- bitten. Kathleen swept by without noticing him. ‘And she never knew she was a bigamist ! o 8 6 Little remains to be told. Rosy Ann, now a white-haired, benevolent-looking woman of twenty-four, repaid to the synagogue the dollar Levi had taken. She and the Rabbi often speak of Cholly, who left Cacciacque and opened a pie bakery of his own in Que- hee. There he does penance—always in sight of temptation, but ing that for business reasons he does not dare to yield. And Dr. Cohen, the famous surgeon of Paris (Kentucky), has never collected his bill. Metcalfe, comicbooks.com