A Thoroughly Mean Man

Ine champion mean man paid San Francisco a visit yesterday, says the Post. He was a big, long-legged, rawboned fellow, with a nose like the blade of a hatchet. His eyes, like little black beads, were set within half an inch of each other and glistened and gleamed at everybody and everythlng at once. He clutched the arm of a sad-faced woman with a long, bony hand and clawed at his whiskers with the other as he ordered the waiter in a Market street restaurant to give him a cup of coffee. The waiter brought it with some bread and butter and laid down a check for 10 cents. "Would you give me an extra pitcher of cream?" asked the mean man. The waiter brought it. "Yes, by the way, give me a cup of hot water, will you, please?" The waiter brought it and watched the mean man curiously. He poured the cream into the hot water, put a little sugar in It, shoved it at his wife and flung one slice of bread without butter In her direction. The little woman ate it hungrily and the waiter added 5 cents to the mean man's check. The row was heard three blocks up Market street. He declared he was being robbed because he was from the country, but he flnally paid when threatened with arrest.