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Updated: June 14, 2025
This was the article that Mehronay left on the hook: "Your pa was downtown this morning, complaining about his 'old trouble, that crick in his back that he got loading hay one hot day in Huron County, Ohio, 'before the army. The 'old trouble, as you will remember, bothers your pa a good deal, and your ma thinks that his father must have been a pretty hard-hearted man to let him work so hard when he was a boy.
When the men from our office go to New York which they sometimes do they visit with Mehronay at his office, and sometimes if there is time for due and proper notice of the function in writing there is an invitation to dinner.
An hour later, dressed in this regalia and a new black suit, buttoned primly and exactly in a fashion unknown to Mehronay, he appeared at the opera house with Miss Columbia Merley, spinster, teacher of Greek and Hellenic philosophy at the College. The office force asked in a gasp of wonder: "Who dressed him?"
A day or so after the wedding someone said to him: "Mehronay, sometimes your pieces make me cry," and he replied with all the fine sincerity of his heart showing in his eyes: "Yes and if you only knew how they make me cry! Sometimes when I have written one like like that I go to my bed and sob like a child." He turned and walked away, but he came into the office whistling "The Dutch Company."
When he heard it, Mehronay sighed and tears came into his dear old eyes, as he put his hand on Colonel Morrison's arm and said: "Poor Red! Poor Red! A decent, brave, big-hearted chap! Why, he's taken whisky away from me a dozen times! He's won my money from me to keep it over Saturday night. Why, I'm no better than he is! Only they've caught Red, and they haven't caught me.
And then the horrible report came to the office that Mehronay had been seen by one of the printers walking by night after bed-time under the State Street elms with a woman. Also his items began to indicate a closer knowledge of what was going on in society than Mehronay naturally could have.
And when we stand before the judgment-seat, I can tell a damnsight more good things about Red than he can about me. I'm going out to find him and get him a square meal." And so, while we were debating, Mehronay went down the Jericho road looking for the man who was lying there, beaten and bruised and waiting for the Samaritan. "Thirty"
The morning of the fourth day Mehronay appeared but not at his desk. We found him sitting glumly on his stool at the case in the back room, clicking the types, with his hat over his eyes and the smile rubbed off his face. We were a month coaxing Mehronay back in to the front room.
Mehronay fondles his old friends as a child fondles its playmates and he takes eager pleasure in them, but she that was Columbia Merley all but searches their pockets for the tempter. Mehronay has never broken his word. He knows if he does break it she will tear him limb from limb and eat him raw.
It was Mehronay who wrote the advertisement of the Chinese laundryman and signed his name "Fat Sam Child of the Sun, Brother of the Moon and Second Cousin by marriage to all the Stars."
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