Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-10-07

| street, and he was telling me about Chris
| tlans and such things. He says dat all de
| Christians dat live in Christian buildings
| all come from de man dat use to walk
around long while ago. bein' kind to peo-
pie He was awful kind to everybody, and
| happened to t'ink dat if he here now
ne wouldn't turn away this woman and
child, especially on night OATS as cold
as dis
She let go Of the knob on the panel In
al! her life among the rules and regulations
of Cephas, she had never been addressed
in that way before She looked into Red
tense, tightly drawn face as he went on.
But L have anodder argument for you,
mum. My name is Red. I'm Red McGann
of the Ryan street gang. Who is it dat
ioke pane of glass in your parlor win
dow two weeks ago? 1t was de McGanns.
Who threw your ash barrel into de area?
1t was de McGanns. Who comes around de
corner at o'clock in de morning and hol-
| lerS so he wakes up all de women what
| sleeps here? It's de McGanns, my gang
Dey do 1t because l tells dem to do it. Now
! look a-here, mum-ef Red McGann tells
be let alone. Now, if you take dis woman
and her kid in here tonight, give you my
| word you'll never miss no more ash barrels
| nor nottings If you want ter know more
| about me, yer can ask the police. Dey
! knows me. Dey's friends of yours"
| 1t was more of homiletical address than
! positively exhausted by the effort He
withdrew his hand from the panel opening
and stared internationally at Maggie and
| the woman. who vas the model of pro-
| priety and precision.
1t is hard to tell which part of Reds an
! peal carried the day. A purist might have
| said that his reference to his leadership
| constituted kind of blackmail. But, be
J that as it may, she handed a ticket out
| thu ough the panel to Red.
Take this to TIL back door she said, as
he clutched it eagerly. II will make an ex-
| ception to the rule in this case
felt a of i.tn |,
| hard-fought battle with the Buttarick place
| gang had ever given him. There was
| glimmer of hope in Maggie's face that
| hadn't been there for many DAYS To-
| gether they entered the warm and comfort
| able reception room Of ST Cephas
A certain hauteur had taken possession of
| Red He had won hard fight, and deter
| mined to have some of the joys of victory
] He looked around loftily at the row of
| cots In the room into which they were led
| by the night caretaker.
! 'It isn't at all healthy she said, "for
people who work hard all day to be walked
| up at O'Clock in the morning to let in
worthless trash" Red understood the So
| liloquy. Yes" he unused in return ITS
pretty tough. but 1t is a good deal tougher
| for to have to walk around in de snow and
! have to die of cold and hunger. OATS what
| 1T is"
| Of the cots with the air of master of the
| situation. ITS not too near the stove.
Maggie. dis is for you By this time the
! night caretaker had made up her mind that
she was dealing with an extraordinary per-
| son She made no more protest. and busted
| herself making the cot ready for the
| mother and her child
Red said Maggie. chow can I ever
! thank your Tears were flowing fast out
\ of her big blue eyes. you're all right,
| Red, though nobody in Butterick place ever
. knew it."
'Oh. don't mention it," said Red. with an
| airy manner. ,s'I'll look out for you even
| If you are Barneys sister. 1 know chop
house OF. 42d street where dey need girl
| to help wash dishes. De barkeeper dere Is
| a friend of NINE and I'll give you q strong
recommend. You needn't say anything
about your troubles If you don't want to-
Out among the cold, silent snowflakes
! again. Red trudged on.
| There 1t Is again." he said and he lis
| tened. 81 Is
! Out OF the silence OF the night It seemed
| to be soundingca sort OF paean Of victory
"But I say unto you, forgive your enc
| mics"