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A Modern Raleigh

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Parent Issue
Day
17
Month
August
Year
1894
Copyright
Public Domain
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It is not true that inanly ohivalry is beiug starved out aud replaced by mera politeness iii these days. Some young men seem to have growu into a reseinblance in usefulness aud atrength to ths cigarettes that are ever present with them, and ruany young women are adopting t,ie cutaway ooat and the man'sneckuie, but the spirit of Sir Walter Raleigh has uot vanished from ths earth, and dainty womanlinessdothstill inspire chivalry. She was a fair West Philadelphian who had jnst returned from a shopping tour iu the city. She oarried three bundies - too preoious to be left for a delivery wagon - and a mackintosh and two boxes of caudy also balanced in uncertain equilibrium about her. He was a big, plain, everyday workingman, and his weapon was a piek, with which he waged successful war upon the cobblestones and the dirt of a badly rnutilated West Philadelphia street. Three little strips of wood were supposed to be euough at the point where she dismouuted from the car to enable foot passengers to cross the muddy thoroughfare, but just as she came opposite the man a little tilt of the flimsy pontoou bridge sent one of her daintily shod feet up to the ankle into a fine yellow rnudhole, and when she drew it out it was a sight to raake one weep. She could not go on without hopelessly soiling the edge of her skirt. She could not stoop for bundies. She stood in petrified perplexity. Then the spirit of Sir Walter Raleigh showed itself. The piek was dropped, and the man grabbed a little stick and said, "Wait, miss, an I'll clean yer shoe off. " There seemed to be nothing else to do, so she waited. The rest of the gang leaned on their picks and shovels and vs atched the scène out of the corners of their eyes. When he had done all the executiou he could with the stick and quite a respectable pile of clay had been scraped from the small shoe, he whisked out a red bandanna handkerchief, asort of substituís for Raleigh 's crimson cloak, and, still kneeling before her, notwithstanding her protest that he would get it dirty, proceeded to clean the shoe with that. She thanked him and walked down tha street with a little blush on her cheek. He touched his well worn hat and gazed after her f or a few moments, then stuffed the bandanna in his overalls pocket, saying, "It wasn'tvery clean anyhow, " and was again a corninon laboring man

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Ann Arbor Argus
Old News