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FAME FOR FELIX

WHEN Félix Plumb saw the man for a sleeping powder and put it in the

preparing to commit suicide by coffee."

leaping from the fifth story of the The sandy-haired man nodded and Stewart hotel # sudden exultant ran back down the hall. Felix return- thought flashed across his mind. Felix ed to the window. The thing to do was, to say the least, an insignificant now, he knew, was stall for time, My character. Stunted in growth and, un- gosh! If he could only keep this man happily, stunted in intelligence, he had, from jumping his name would be em- like many small, unimportant men, a blazoned on every paper in the coun- secret, passionate craving for fame. try." He imagined himself as a hero, imagin- "Hey!" he yelled at the man, who ed his picture on the front page of was once more peering over the rim every newspaper in the country, im- of the ledge. The

man looked agined his name on every lip. And "Nice day," Felix screamed. The man because, at infrequent intervals he cupped, his ear, and Felix repeated his knew that this condition never would shrieked commonplace. exist, the craving had reached prodi- gious proportions.

up.

"So what?" yelled back the suicide. "Felix grinned. "Quite a drop down to the street," he bellowed, trying to sound conversational.

Now, like a bolt from the blue, the door of opportunity had swung open.

"Suicide!" he shrieked dramatically, "Five stories," yelled the man. pointing toward the man who was Below, a siren screamed. Then an- A perched on a ledge five stories above other, then another and another. the stroet.' "Stand back everyone! patrol wagon, an ambulance and two Suicide! Stand clear!".

fire trucks arrived simultaneously.

A startled,, gaping crowd gathered Firemen scrurried around: like ants, as though by magic, and while they dragging out a life net. News photo- were gathering, Felix bounded through graphers pointed their cameras up at the door of the hotel. “Suicidel" he the ledge. Police kept the excited bellowed. "Man going to jump from crowd away from the space below. the fifth story of this hotel!”” Felix waved his hand encouragingly.

The effect of his words couldn't The sandy-haired man. returned have produced more satisfactory re- bearing a tray with a cup of coffee

By Richard Hill Wilkinson

suits. People in the lobby jumped to and two, sandwiches. Five men were their feet.. Some rushed outside. Some with him.. Felix took the tray and gathered around the little man and ignored the men. asked foolish questions. Inwardly Felix thrilled. To-night every newspaper in the city would publish his picture on the front page as the man who had first observed the suicide,

““Did you get the sleeping powder?”

The sandy-haired man nodded.

Felix thrust his head through the window, yelled at the man and offered A sandy-haired gentleman with him the tray. The man hesitated, spectacles grasped Felix by the arm. then crept along the ledge, took the "What's that you say? Are you sure? tray and said: "Thanks, pal." Felix I'm the assistant manager. Dear me, watched with bated breath while the this is terrible! Where can Mr. Jones man ate the sandwiches and drank the be?"

coffee. For a moment he thought the Felix knew opportunity when he saw sleeping powders weren't going to it, "Come on," he yelled, grabbing the work, then the suicide's head, began to sandy-haired man, and leading him to nod and presently he slumped forward. ward the elevators. "Maybe we can Not only slumped, but rolled. Rolled stop him!"

to the ledge'a rim and disappeared

Half the people in the lobby tried to over it. Felix almost swooned. crowd into the elevator, but Felix When Felix reached the street he pushed them back. He pushed the saw a crowd gathered around a fire- sandy-haired man in and got in him- man's net. The man was peacefully self. "Fifth floor and rush it!" he slumbering within its folda. An im- snapped importantly.

portant looking man espied Felix and The corridor on the fifth floor was strode up to him. deserted. Felix, guessing, at the lo- cation of the man, turned left, then thundered. "You idiot! I hired that “I'm the manager of that hotel," he right. There was an open window at the end of the hall. He rushed up to steeplejack this morning to fix my

eavestroughs-on day work, it and thrust out his head.

This

That evening Felix's picture was in

The man who planned to commit will cost me a fortune!" suicide hadn't jumped. He was stand- ing on the lip of the ledge staring down every paper in the city, and a few out- at the mob that had formed in the side the city.

(Copyright 1988, By The Associated streat. His face, woré a, scowl.

"Hey!" shouted Felix at the top of Newspapers). his lungs. 'You can't do that! Come back here!"

The man on the ledge looked at him. and scowled more darkly. “What?” he yelled back. "Can't hear you, Wind's too strong."

"I'd better go get someone to crawli out and fetch, him back," said; the sandy-haired man.

-“No, no, nol" "thrieked, Felix. “He'll jump sure then. Worst thing you could do?" Suddenly he remembered having read of a similar incident and, of the strategy that had been used. “Rush downstairs and got a cup of coffee and a sandwich," he directed the sandy-haired}mam: “Bend someone.

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