, 1903-02-12
Gully Proctef's Revenge.
BY PETER BURNS.

Copyright, 1870. by Daily Story Pub. Coz
Good night. sweetheart; it's an
awfully long time to wait"
Il know it. but you mustn't get dis
c~ouraged."
I'm not: but a great husky fellow
like me ought to be doing something
more than sitting round an Office,
waiting for clients that never coIie."
You're a good boy and doing the
best you al and we must be patient.
Besides, think how much nicer you
are now than when o were out at
fairfield and SO horrid.'
This was 30 in%disputably logical as
to occasion several of those eloquent
the only advance sheets OF paradise
that earthly subscribers ever get.
Now you must go, Jack" said
Madge's plaintive voice.
Il know it. but l hate to. Good
night. Just one more"
Jack Hamilton's head was in the
clouds as he strobe down to catch his
car. If he could only make just a lit
tie stalk SO as to furnish a fiat and
have a little in the bank for a rainy
day. The memory of those blissful
moments was swiftly blotted u by
the cold. damp thought of where. in
the %sulphurous region, he was going
to get his office rem Tuesday.
I'm a good thing swelling around
here In a dress suit and having to
save carfare out of to-morrow's break
fast. Almost wish l was back in
fairfield making a few cents out of
being justice Of the psaoe. and a
few sofsars out Of teaching the COL
iege boys to play poker, instead Of try
ing to butt into the law business
in a big city. Anyway II virtue is its
" reward ought to have something
coming Ger the things I've cut out"
This srliloquy bruusi.: him to his
transfer point In front Of one of the
fashionable hotels. He swung eff his
car just in time to see throngs of well
groomed, complacent looking men and
bright faced women in long cloaks
and fluffy scarfs entering for supper
after the theater.
1.-THE stuff a few of those guysll
blow up against hot birds and cold
bottles'd help some. Boob, it's cold.
too. It's always harder to be poor in
cold weather"
Waiting for a south-bound car, he
stood on the curb gazing a~bstractedly
at the passers-by. Gradually he be-
came aware that there was something
familiar about the appearance Of a
well-dressed, somewhat pudgy man,
who was bearing down upon him from
across the street, his arms slightly
akimbo and his nervous walk betray.
Ing no little excitement.
ION my life it's Gully Proctor"
well, II it amt the Judge. The
maj of all men," Gully Proctor was
one of the things" Jack had "cut
out" A professional gambler for
thirty Of the fifty years of his life,
he had learned to take the bitter with
the sweet and still believe in the joy
of living. Cold as the proverbial steel
in winning q mans money and as
warm as the sunshine in spending 1t
after he had it, he had made and
~squandered enough to make him rich.
respected anu Sour Oh Ine WOrlQ. In
stead he was as carelessly cheerful
and ready with q laugh and a story
when he hadn't q dollar in his silk
lined clothes as when fortune smiled
on him. He and Jack, or the Judge
(that title being the only asset that
had survived his term as J. P.), knew
and respected one another for the
good there was In each.
What brought you here? Thought
you were still dealin' seconds in Osh-
kosh," said Jack. dropping unccn-
sciously into the vernacular Of the
other.
well, l ought to be hoopin' barrels
in Joliet. It'd serve me right. Say
Judge. do you want to make three
thousand dollars in the next hour?
Hush, you'll wake the copper. Be.
sides you make me dizzy. Start me in
with the price of a pair Of shoes or
something I a grasp"
mo lie-T got my work all in-aIi