A Cheering Thought
A weary-looking man with , walked into the police station yesterday afternoon and said to the officer in charge:
“I want to give myself up. I expect you had better me and put me into a real dark cell where there are plenty of spiders and mice. I’m one of the worst men you ever saw, and I trial. Please tell the jailer to give me moldy bread to eat, and water with plenty of in it.”
“What have you done?” asked the officer.
“I’m a miserable, low-down, lying, good-for-nothing, , , villainous, sacrilegious , and I’m not fit to die. You might ask the jailer, also, to bring little boys in to look at me through the bars, while I my teeth and curse in demoniac rage.”
“We can’t put you in jail unless you have committed some offense. Can’t you bring some more specific charge against ?”
“No, I just want to give myself up on general principles. You see, I went to hear Sam Jones last night, and he saw me in the crowd and diagnosed my case to a T. Up to that time I thought I was a four-horse team with a yellow dog under the wagon, but Sam took the negative side and won. I’m a danged old sore-eyed hound dog; I wouldn’t mind if you kicked me a few times before you locked me up, and sent my wife word that the old villain that has been abusin’ her for twenty years has met his deserts.”
“Aw, come now,” said the officer, “I don’t believe you are as bad as you think you are. You don’t know that Sam Jones was talking about you at all. It might have been somebody else he was hitting. Brace up and don’t let it worry you.”
“Lemme see,” said the weary-looking man reflectively. “Come to think of it there was one of my neighbors sitting right behind me who is the meanest man in Houston. He is a mangy pup, and no mistake. He beats his wife and has refused to loan me three dollars five different times. What Sam said just fits his case exactly. If I thought now—”
“That’s the way to look at it,” said the officer. “The chances are Sam wasn’t thinking about you at all.”
“Durned if I believe he was, now I remember about that neighbor of mine,” said the penitent, beginning to brighten up. “You don’t know what a weight you’ve taken off my mind. I was just feeling like I was one of the worst sinners in the world. I’ll bet any man ten dollars he was talking right straight at that miserable, contemptible scalawag that sat right behind me. Say, come on and let’s go out and take somethin’, will you?”
The officer declined and the weary-looking man ran his finger down his neck and pulled his collar up into sight and said:
“I’ll never forget your kindness, sir, in helping me out of this worry. It has made me feel bad all day. I am going out to the racetrack now, and take the field against the favorite for a few plunks. Good day, I shall always remember your kindness.”