The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-02-08

me until it seemed that his eyes glowed like
Goals of fire.
Goodnight he said. "l'm sorry to have
| annoyed you with one of my disagreeable
moods. You won't see me again.
| Come come. Travis!' I exclaimed go
back to the Office with me. I'll only be de-
tanned there for few minutes, and then come
up to the house. You need "a few days of
| rest"
did YOU call me, sir?"
Peter, the waiter, was speaking
Il was talking to Mr.. Travis said, with
some show of annoyance. 49,.
| The waiter looked puzzled He glanced
about him. Old Tom. the proprietor of the
chophouse, was nodding near the ale pumps.
| He, the waiter and were the sole occupants
of the room
Where is Mr.. Travis?" asked.
Don't know him. SIR replied the waiter.
The gentleman who just dined with me-"
I said.
The waiter stared. asked for my check
The Bit Of paper bore the charge for only one
service. The table in front of me was bare
| l could have sworn that saw nobody remove
! the blue china plate and the pewter mug
which had been placed in front OF Dick
| Travis. .E..-..
! 1.-The check I said-.it is for one It
should be for two" ..,......,
| Tom Halloran glanced at the addition
| ooh, yes he said. 1.-THE gentleman who
was with you left very hurriedly I don't
think you noticed him He paid his own
check" ...,..,..,.,-. -..... .......-. ..-
Yes chimed in the waiter glibly, st re-
| member now. SIR '''''.'. ''--'#.
| The chophouse keeper turned away. If ever
| a lie shone in the faceIof man, it appeared
| in the countenance of the waiter, yet I could
! have blessed him for his mendacity.
| When l reached the office, I found that
| everything was in uDroar
| My partner grabbed me by the shoulders
| and whirled me around
| I'VE have been looking everywhere for
you. he said Where in the world have
you been: Sent to every restaurant in this
| part of town.
| 81 was at Old TOMS, I answered.
| what possessed you to go to an old rock
cry like that? Dining with the souls of the
| departed? Here IS your man, sergeant. Does
| he look though he had committed suicide
| Not much!' said the person addressed a
tall fellow, with a coal-black mustache, as
| he advanced toward me. Whoever the man
was, sir, he had your card in his hand when
| we found him. Looks as though he had been
thinking about you, doesn't it?''
| "In call un headquarters. and see if they
| have another identificatian.' He emerged
from the telephone booth few minutes later.
| It's all right he said. His name was
Travis. Found the name on one of the pock-
! cts of the coat-tailor's label, you know. Say
he was an actor. Do you know hm?''
! 1t was month before ! was again in my
office. The doctors told me that Wall street
was enough to rack the nerves of an iron idol
! and that they wondered that. half of the men
on change did not die of brain fever.
| Poor Travis had committed suicide at the
hour when I believed that I had first greeted
him. Old Toms chophouse has been closed
up and its smoke -blackened fixtures have
gone under the hammer. 1 would that the
memories of that dinner could be easily
| scattered as were the effects of the old res
J taurant which is soon to be removed from
| the sight of man.