Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1890-06-14

Food was his ono great need. lie looked
about him for restaurant. There vas
mono In sight. Away to tho left was tho
elevated railroad. He knew that 1t
would tako him down town where eat
ing houses would DO plenty, and he hur-
Rod to q station.
An L-train Mt ten miles IN hour Is not
rapid transit to man who has not dined
for two days. Before no reached the
City Hall station Drano fully realized
how badly New York needed another
and quicker system. Electricity in
moment OF excitement would have been
the proper thing to keep pace with his
impatiencc. However, tho journey
onded before tho tissues OF his body had
wholly wasted away; and two minutes
later he was seated ut restaurant
table and had ordered just seventy cents
worth Of food. Nothing, from fish-balls
to terrapin, had ever tasted so good to
him as that soup.
"If over meet hungry beggar
again." thought he, when tho food had
begun to tako effect, III treat him to
ten-course dinner"
The world took on different aspect
as he ate. Ho felt sure that every thing
would como out right. His acquaint-
anco ut Murray street would gladly help
him out Of his predicament, and he
could laugh ut his strange experience.
With tight waist band and nincty-five
cents in his pocket, he was q rich man
again as no strollcd up to the desk to
pay his check. just there temptation
seized upon him. He wanted to smoke.
1t seemed as II his longing for food had
been feeble to his present craving for
just one fragrant Whit of tobacco.
GLOW much are those cigars?" he
asked, indicating some which the man
at the desk had just spread before GUS
toner.
Fifteen ccnts-two for q quarter"
was the reply.
Drane reflected that man so poor as
he was could not afford to pay fifteen
cents for cigar when he could get 1t
for twelve and half by simply purchas-
ing two. Overcome by this unassailable
arithmetic, he laid down his last quar-
ter, and in another moment he was en-
joSing one OF the weeds for which New
York is justly infamous to such degree
as he had never enjoyed good one in
his life. But he was penniless again.
He crossed City Hall Park with firm
step, and his head in the air. His woes
were floating away in smoke; his hopes
were high. Ho walked down Murray
street and quickly found tho number no
sought. The name Richard H. Billings,
in white letters on q window Of the
lower story, set all doubts at rest; and,
indeed, the man himself sat at desk in
plain view from the sidewalk. Lawrence
identified him ut once from description,
and he felt that he was saved:
Mr.. Billings, however, was engaged in
earnest conversation, and Lawrence,
after staring at him minute through
the window, decided to walk around tho
block and give him chance to finish
his business. When he had completed
the circuit Mr.. Billings was no longer
in sight. Tho rolling top Of the desk
was closed, and when Drane noted that
fact his heart stood still. He hurried
into the Office.
''Mr. Billings has just left for the
Grand Central depot" said an Office boy.
HE is going on to Boston tonight. II
you hurry up there you can catch him.
Have you got message for him?'
mo; wish to see him personally"
$50 on" said the boy, you want to
strike him for the price Of q beer"
Drane could not wait to reprove tho
youth for his impudence. He was in
too much OF q hurry to get to the depot.
He learned that the train which Mr..
Billings was to take left at six O'Clock.
1t was then half-past five.
When he had reached tho street he re-
fectcd that It would be necessary to
know where the Grand Central depot
was, before going there. Ho had sup
posed that il it was central" it must
be near ut hand, and he learned with
horror that it was more than three miles
away. To reach it on foot in timo was
out of the question, and he had not
cent!
Hc cursed his follyin leaving Billings
door unguarded, and was inclined to be
offended with Billings for going to Dos
ton. The world had turned blue again.
He could sec nothing ahead OF him but
another night in the street.
For the next three hours he wandered
about the lower part Of tho town, and at
nino o'clock he found himself in front
of tho Pennsylvania railroad ferry-house
ut the foot Of Cortlandt street. Then
the thought came over him like fash:
This road goes to Trenton. Bob Tyler
my old friend Dob-livcs there, and
he'll let me have thousand quicker
than wink If can only reach him."
But how to do it? Supported by
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