The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-01-02

poorer quarter of the town, and twenty
minute walk brought him to an establishment,
half saloon, half cafe, over the door of which
was small sign reading, Headquarters OF
the Bakers and Confectioners' Union
The place was crowded with clean-shaven
men, each carrying small parcel which Sea-
ton knew contained dress suit. They were
walters not regularly employed, but hoping
for odd jobs with caterers. Here the head
walters for the big catering establishments
secured their stats for balls and dinners.
The Planet had announced that Monico
would serve at the Wiley dinner and ball.
and seaton went straight to the proprietor.
Has Fritz come in?' he demanded nam
Ing the wel-known maitre of the Monico
establishment
The proprietor jerked his thumb over his
shoulder to where stout blonde German SAT
al table Frt rose as tSeaton approached
Ills memory for faces was good, ard he reccg-
pized the young merchant instantly
Want job, Mr.. Seaton?' he inquired
loosely.
That's it exactly
where's your card? You don't belong to the
union Fritz was willing to carry out the
joke
"see here" said Ferris, ''I'r give 800 to
the union and another 500 to you if you hire
me at Wileys tonight"
Fritz blinked a moment. Then he put out
he knew what Seaton wanted. bill passed
between them
Better hire a dress suit. Your own will
fit too WE'LL suggested Fritz after the de-
tails had been concluded. And be at the
back door Of Morico's at go I'll take you
up myself"
When the chosen few who had been hidden
! to both dinner and ball gathered about the
board that evening, none recognized in the
smooth shaver, waiter Ferris Seaton. Even
Audrey did not know him until waiter
| handed her menu card the back Of
which was written n "a familiar hand:
Meet me in the conservatory as soon as you
can after dinner. 1 am here as waiter.
Little Won Zinghen, sitting by her side,
| wondered at the flush that suddenly spread
| over her face ard neck, but complacently
credited it to maiden mcdesty and the i'm
pending announcement. Won Zinghen had his
blue blood and his vast estates, but the pos
session of all Germany could not have made
man of him. Audrey contrasted, with lcath-
| ing, the puppet at her side with the clean
| cut specimen Of American manhood who, even
in an i'll fitting dress coat. showed his ply
steal perfection and whose keen features bore
! the impress of intellect
i An hour later they were in the conservatory,
| where children they played among
| the palms, pretending they were castaways on
a tropical islard
| "Ferris,'' she said he clasped her hands,
! 'what ever persuaded you to run this rish?'
| "You," he responded tenderly. Il couldn't
| lose you without one last effort l want to
know if you love enough to go with me
now-at once. L have a good income, and
| l am at least a man
1.-The dearest man in all the world" she
whispered softly.
''Then cor e." he urged. 81 have cab at
the corner and warm wrap for you. The
! r1oro r,r o,,1 will
| u.s."
So hand in hand they went out into the
night.
The next morning the papers rang with the
sensation, and Thomas Wiley over his cofee
was in frame Of mind utterly indescrbable.
| The one touch needed to complete his fury
was supplied when the butler brought in
Seaton's card.
1t took Wiley four minutes by the clock
to calm down to the point where he could
control his voice sufficiently TO tell Jorklns,
the placid English butler, to kick Seaton off
the step By that time he had decided to
execute the order in person.
Seaton was not the front steps, but In
the reception room and in the most comfort
able chair. He arose as the elder man ap
preached. g.
4 81 thought he announced aYably. s'that
would run in and tell you that Audrey was
all right
All TlSul! SIe 8 QlSSr1ceu
Ferris caught Wiley's arm in grasp that
made him vince BE CAREFUL he warned
You are speaking of my wife. We were
married last night by DR.. Stetson, your own
PASTOR
Her names in all the papers!' spluttered
Wiley.
$50 it was yesterday" retorted Seaton
"but then it was linked with that of Won
Zinghen, a whose past life is notorious
You put it in them. You responsible for
its appearance this morning. You thought
you wanted blood instead Of brains. I knew
better and corrected your error. You will
thank me some day. Better thank me now
He held out his hand frankly, and Wiley
grasped it.
Hang me If don't! You were right!''