ODDS AND ENDS. 



WHAT SHE WANTED. 



A huckster was going along on an east 

 side street early one morning, making the 

 welkin ring with his sing-song of "Po-ta- 

 t-o-o-o-es, toma-t-o-o-es. Nice sweet cook- 

 ing appools." As he drove slowly along 

 he lifted his eyes to the windows on either 

 side of the street. 



Suddenly there appeared a woman's 

 head at a window in one of the top flats. 

 The huckster pulled in his horse and 

 raised his ear to listen to the commands 

 he expected would be coming. But the 

 woman had not the lung power to make 

 her voice carry so far, and the huckster 

 called out: "How's that?" 



Again the woman called out and her 

 voice came down faintly. The huckster 

 didn't know whether she wanted potatoes, 

 cantaloupes, tomatoes or corn. So he 

 marked the fourth flat from the corner 

 and motioned that he would drive around 

 to the alley. The woman was there wait- 

 ing for him and called out once more, but 

 he couldn't understand her. 



Gathering a handful of samples of 

 various vegetables from his stock he 

 mounted four flights of back stairs and 

 arrived at the top panting. The woman 

 stood there awaiting his coming. 



"Couldn't hear what you said, lady," 

 said the huckster, "so I brought up some 

 of each kind an' you can pick what you 

 want an' I'll go down an' get 'em." 



"Want?" said the woman, who was in a 

 towering rage. "Want? I don't want 

 none of your old vegetables. What I 

 want is for you to stop hollerin' in front 

 of this house, or I'll have you arrested. 

 You're enough to wake the dead. My 



husband works all night and he's just got 

 into a little doze, and goodness knows it's 

 hard enough to sleep daytimes such 

 weather as this without a fiend like you 

 standing in front of the house yelling like 

 a Comanche. Now you get out of here 

 and don't you holler no more or I'll get 

 the police after you." 



The huckster stood with set eyes and 

 drooping jaw, the perspiration dropping 

 off his chin, while the harangue was going 

 on. When she had finished he came out 

 of his trance, and said: 



''Is that what you called me all the way 

 up here for? Send fer yer p'lice, lady; 

 I'm goiu' to yell to beat the band." And 

 he went down the stairs and out of the 

 alley and up the street in front of the 

 house with four extra links let out of his 

 throat. And if any person slept on that 

 street it was under the influence of 

 opiates. Kansas City Star. 



FEMALE LABOR. 



The report which comes from Richmond 

 to the effect that influence is to be 

 brought to bear upon the wives and 

 daughters of workingmen to confine their 

 own labors to the sphere of their homes, 

 giving up the places in the factories which 

 many hold, is rather interesting. It is to 

 be presumed that these wives and daugh- 

 ters do not labor in mills and factories 

 merely because, though having a compe- 

 tence, they prefer even meagerly paid 

 employment to luxurious idleness, . but 

 that they are at work, because if they did 

 not work they would suffer in some par- 

 ticular, or in many particulars, in such a 



