The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-07-06

Paris exposition. That will be an ex- cuse that nobody can override, and he'll have to stay away" ...s. ...s.
 MT. Broadway glanced dubiously up and down the length of their apartment, whose doors so nearly approached state of contiguity as to render the packing process a comparatively easy matter. But that wouldn't be true" he argued. There's nobody here but you and Polly and I, and there's not likely to be anybody else," ...,.
 Well, what does that signify" re- turned Mrs. Broadway coolly. Hell never know the difference unless you look him up and tell him so."
 While Mir. Broadway finished eating his breakfast his wife unfiinchingly dealt the crushing blow to Uncle Har- vey's hopes. MT. Broadway mailed the cruel letter. He felt very much like q criminal as he saw it glide down the mail chute on the first stage of It's jour- ney. All through the week his con- science continued to swat him strong,
 disquieting blows, and 1t was chiefly sense of sympathy with Uncle Harvey that prompted him to be so exceedingly polite to the old gentleman he met on a north-bound street car last Tuesday
 evening. This particular gentleman
 had mop of the regulation silvery hair and whiskers. He was stoop-shoul- dered and lean-faced. His clothes were
 not cut and fitted according to the most approved models, and his uneasy,
 wandering glances were evidence that
 he was a stranger in the city. He sat
 beside MT. Broadway for a time in
 frightened silence. Finally he said
 timidly:
 "Can you tell me, sir, of quiet room
 or boarding-house where I can put up
 for the few days that I intend to re-
 main in New York? don't want to go
 to hotel if can help it. am an old
 man, accustomed to the quiet, social life of a home. and hotel. is a fearful ly dreary lonesome place for an old
 countryman like me. I'd feel so much better satisfied if could put up with 8 nice quiet family. If you could recom-
 mend any such place I'd take it very kindly"
 D "CtLL StlotShb" way out in pity to the lonely stranger, and his mind travelled with equal celer- ity to the pleasant little side room in his own flat which would, in all proba- bility, remain unoccupied for some months to come. Native generosity and desire to atone for the unceremo- nious squelching administered to Uncle Harvey overbalanced MT. Broadway's discretion, and he said cordially: "I'm not quite sure, but rather think we can accommodate you at our house for few days. You may come home with me, if you like, and I'll ask my wife about it.''
 Half an hour later MT. Broadway mounted the stairs to his own apart ments with burglarious stealth. He cautiously piloted his grateful guest into the parlor and then tiptoed into the bedroom, where Mrs. Broadway
 was combing her hair. He>sat at the 1 window for few minutes, making playful feints at conversation. Finally he ceased fencing, and summoning up all the eloquence at his command, he said: Kate I saw most pathetic sight this afternoon. I met an old man ! a timid, lonely old man, a stranger and a gentleman to the core. do not ! know when I have been so strongly , drawn to any one as I was to him. He
 was looking for boarding-house." -' | Mrs. Broadway's mouthful of hair pins dropped to the dresser with little plunk.
 T don't see anything very affecting