The Saint Paul globe., 1904-10-30

Trying to raid the fruit stand, are
you, bub?" went on Miss Josie, in her
thin, cool voice. Thought you could
pinch a couple in the dark of the
moons but nay. nay, Thomas-those
two smacks II just cost you supper for
four. I'm not, sitting. behind the bar
gain counter today, thank you
A babel of cat-calls, oaths, and
laughter broke out, but the tension had
been released and the danger was over.
I pushed and jammed through the
crowd to the stairs. No one was at
tempting to leave; in the hall they had
just got the lights turned on again. I
started down.
Here youln
looked back; the stout man with
the disproportionate ears stood at the
crowd. He painted and shook his
elincheds fist at me. 1'You,-you!" he
shouted, impotently. ran on.
In the street below Indiman was
helping the girl into the coach. He
turned as 1 ran up.
"Goodls he said, and offered me his
cigarette. case.
"The big fellow. is coming down." I
urged.
now, my son, allonsI"
i stepped lnlO the COACH anu
after me. There was sound of angry
voices from the hall above two or
three men dashed down the stairway,
others following.
Drive on!" shouted Indiman, and
the carriage started. Then we both
turned and looked blankly at that
empty back seat.
Indiman bit his lip. TT is an old
trick-leaving by the other door. he
said, quietly. at was while we were
lighting our cigarettes; and that re-
minds me that have decided to give
up the habit" He tossed his cigarette
out of the window; the coach rolled
away.
Private business called me to Wash
ington the next day, and 1 had to take
the night train back, arriving in New
York at the uncomfortaby early hour
of seven. But it was some small
satisfaction to rap vigorously upon
Indiman's door as I passed to my own
room. One always experiences a sense
of virtue in being up at unreasonable
hours and blessings should be shared
with ones friends. Later on we met
at breakfast, and he did not thank me.
The following paragraph in the
Personal" column of the Herald
caught my eye. Listen to this" I
said, and read 1t aloud to my sulky
host:
To Mademoiselle D.: There are ninety
and nine kisses still due me, and propose
to collect. Box 80. Herald Office Cup
town., or telephone 1S901 Madison square.
(PriVate Wire) -HOusesmith.
Esper Indiman smiled and touched
an electric button. The letters, Bold
err" he said, but the man had antici-
pated his request, and was carrying
in a salver heaped high with missiyes
and papers.
ct had the personal put in the Herald
the same night of our adventure at
the housesmith's bazaar" said Indi-s
man. "Also repeated in today's issue"
1T seems to be bearing a fine crop
of replies"
There's a bushel basket of 'em al
ready-mostly from the alleged humor-
ist. Or else it's this sort of thing"
and he tossed over an extraordinary
piece of tationery-white, creamlaid,
with edging like mourning band, only
pink instead of black; think of that!
Of course the contents Of the letter
did not bile its exterior. Mr.. House
smith was informed that not only
ninety-nine, but nine hundred and
ninety-nine kisses We're at his disposal,
whenever he cared to communicate
with Miss Delcia Millefeurs.
1u6 WI1ttIlS was SOlIlOWAdI SudNJS
and communicate" was spelled with
one m. Moreover, the general appear
ance of the epistle was marred by the
presence of a large blot. But Miss
Millefieurs was plainly young person
of instant ingenuity, and she had
turned the disfgurement to good pur-
pose by drawing circle around it and
labelling it, zone on account
Then there's this" said Indiman,
- of H1@
which had been folded and sealed with
out an envelope, after the fashion of
our great -grandfathers. On it was
pasted strip of the tape used in cleo
trio recording instruments, and the
characters were those of the Morse al
phabet, rather an unusual sight nova
days, when receiving messages by
sound is the universal practice. I'm
derneath the row of dots and dashes
had been written their English equiv
alents in Indiman's small, close hand