A man walked south on Main Street one afternoon recently. He had
no overcoat and he shivered as the north wind struck him. Near
the junction he stopped and picked something up. It was a bright
silver dime.
“Wasn’t I lucky,” he said to a man who had seen the episode, who
related the story to a reporter on the Kansas City _Times_.
“I haven’t a cent and have had nothing to eat since yesterday
noon. Now for the nearest lunch-wagon.”
A little girl came along at that moment. She, too, was poorly
drest.
“I’ve lost a dime,” she half sobbed, as she inspected the
pavement.
“I guess I’ve got what you were looking for,” said the man, as
he handed the dime to the child, who danced away with only a
“Thank you, mister.”
“Just my luck,” said the man with the stomach.
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