The Newtown bee., 1892-07-22

hat's-his.name take the hindmostt" said MT Jason Trowbridge to himself as he seated himself in the car, pantiDg and breathless. ssThat's my motto! fellow that expects to get along in the world must expect to pushin
 And he unfolded newspaper and be- gan to read.
 Gradually the journey drew to close; the cars dashed across Spuyten Duyvil Creek and Jason Trowbridge felt him. self breathing the electrically charged atmosphere of New York.
 He seated himself in hack.
 "Drive to No. Fifth avenue," said he loftily, thinking to himself that it was always best to make a favorable first impression.
 "Yes, yes!'' answered the hackman grinning; he knew green country youth when he saw him, spite of the as- stunned familiarity with city manners that sat so awkwardly on the traveller.
 "Directly, sir; but here's another pas senger-"
 1T object!" said Jason, indignantly, as he caught sight of the obnoxious butter nut colored suit at the door, 'sI won't be jammed in with other passengers-In have the hack to myself"
 s'Werry we'll, sir," said the disappoint- ed driver, slamming the carriage door to.
 'You'll have to get some other trap, old
 gentleman. My fare, he's very genteel
 and exclusivei'' | And away he rattled over the pave
 ments.
 The journey was very brief one-sO
 brief, in fact, that MT Trowbridge would
 have rebelled against the demanded fare
 of five dollars had it not been for the false shame which taught him that it was not 'sthe thing to dispute with a hackman." So he paid it, little as he felt , able to afford the unnecessary outlay and !. hesitatingly assembled the brown stone steps which led to the stately residence , of the head of the great mercantile firm ; of Alwayne & Afford. , "Yes, MT -Alwayne is in.'' At least so } said the colored man in a white apron, who admitted him and indicated chair } in the hall wherein to wait, while he car ried in the card.
 . '.As if I were book agent or a ped g dler, selling soaps or china cements .'' g Jason said, indignantly, to himself. Presently the colored man came back. X "Will you please walk in de library,
 sah?" he said; and Jason Trowbridge 7 followed the sable guide across a wide, a softly carpeted corridor into a large s room, lined with books, and furnished in h black walnut and polished green leather r There stood short stout man, looking
 as much like farmer as merchant and
 there, to our hero's dismay, in one of the
 easy chairs, sat the identical butternu
 coated individual.
 "How do you do, MT Trowbridge?' T said the great merchant prince, brusque E ly holding; glad to see you, for thu
 sake of old aequaintanceship with you ' father. This is my father, inclining hi l. head toward the old man, who was rest le ing his chin on ths knotted stick. Tn 'o elder smiled.
 s'I have met the young man before, n' said he, shrewdly. Ce stEh! where?'' o- "At the Albany depot, where he It ne fused to aid me in getting ticket and a ne the station in this city, where he decliI 'h ed to allow me to share a hack with hin le I dare say it was all right enough. Ol e. age cannot always expect courteous ret 10 ogntion from youth.'' IS "Ah!" MT Alwayne knitted hi sy heavy brows and Jason felt as if h no blood were all turning to red Inc eo lead.
 ne "I-I didn't know," he began, stan ITS mering and stuttering awkwardl e. enough. "If had supposed that it ws nu Mir Alwayne's father-' H. s'Circumstances would have altert Ai- cases, eh?' said the merchant dryly. oi regret, young sir, that have no mo-
 time at my disposal just now. If yC y will send me your address, in day
 two, I'll see what can be done for you 'n And Jason Trowbridge found himse 'se being bowed politely out of the Eff a" avenue mansion, while a dark present I'o ment took possession of his soul that u
 star of his destiny was somehow beir overloaded.
 s'Why couldn't I have had the COT
 mon sense to treat the old codger civ 'o ly ?" he asked himself, despairingly. '' He would have been so easy" U, ''It is always easy to be civil;' but \ GU Jason Trowbridge had found out this 1T lks portant fact little too late for his oV oi- advantage.
 Three days afterward, he received as' note from MT Alwayne, stating that ne had no situation vacant which would appropriate to MT Trowbridge. And, { ne' though no allusion was made to the 0 dy gentleman in tL, butternut colored su
 Jason Trowbridge knew what it | ao meant.
 ge He had made mistake at the outse 're which is rather different from makir or ones fortune, as all the world knows. Ill., New York Weekly.