His Favorite Dish

A very smiill and ragged boy climbed on a stool in one of the busiest of downtown lunch-rooms the other day. He held three dimes tightly clasped in one grimy hand, and, with the knuckles of the other, he rapped impatiently on the counter. Through the clatter of chinaware, the bawling of the waiters and the general confusión and uproar he eonflded to his middle-aged neighbor, who was so sedately eating baked beans, that he had his month's wages and cherished the reckless purpose of "blowing himself in f er a square f eed." Then he turned his attention to the waiters, and as they shot by in the way lunch-counter waiters have, with the coffee cups and bread plates in their hands, he saluted them in a shrill pipe with: "Ui, there! Gimme some beefsteak. Beef steak, ye duffer. Hay, Charley, beef steak!"' Presently a eolored gentleman sailed up to the counter before him and bent his head. "Gimme beefsteak 'n' " Bui the eolored gentleman shook his head and disappeared, "Wat's the matter wid the coons, anyhow?" he demanded of his demure neighbor. "They do not serve meats here," the man replied, to look benevolent. "Huh! Whatta they got 'ere, anyhow?" "You could get corn rolls for five cents. The youth sniffed disdainfully. "Or gTiddle cakes for ten cents." He considered a minute, but shook his head. "Or apple dumpling for ten He visibly softened, and even smiled a little. "I want t'irty cents' worth," he finally decided, firmly. "Well, they have pie." "Wat kinda pie?" suspiciously. "Apple, custard, lemon, minee " The soiled features of this young eplcure expanded in an ecstatic gTin. He hooked his elbows on top of the counter and drew himself up. "Hi, there, Charley. How much yer minee pie?" he cried. "Fi' cent a cut, sah." "How many a yer cuts in a pie?" "Foah, sah." "Bully - gimme a