Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-01-20

another cab and went pounding after It was easily ten blocks from the piel
 when the cabby raised the lid ant peered down at his fare.
 Do you want t folly them ahead ?' ! he. cried
 No, no!" Warburton was startled out of his wild dream. Drive to the Holland House-no-to the Waldorf Yes, the Waldorf; and keep your nag going?"
 Waldorf it is, sir!" The lid above
 closed.
 r Clouds had gathered in the heavens
 It was beginning to rain. But War
 burton neither saw the clouds nor felt
 the first few drops of rain All the
 way uptown he planned and planned
 as many plans as there were drops of
 rain; the rain wet him, but the plans
 drowned him-he became submerged.
 If he could find some one he knew at
 the Holland House. some one who
 would strike up a smoking-room ac-
 quaintance with the colonel, the rest
 would be simple enough. Annesley-
 Annesley; he couldn't place the name.
 Was he regular retired. or veteran of the Civil War? And yet, the name
 was not totally unfamiliar. Certainly,
 he was a fine-looking old fellow, with
 his white hair and Alexandrian nose.
 And here he was, he. Robert Warbur-
 ton. in New York, simply because he
 happened to be in the booking office of
 the Care du Nord one morning and
 overheard a very beautiful girl say:
 Then we shall sail from Southamp-
 ton day after tomorrow" Of truth,
 it is the infinitesimal things that count l heaviest, l So. deep was he in the maze of his
 tentative romance that when the cab
 finally stopped abruptly. he was total-
 ly. unaware of the transition from ac- tivity to passivity.
 Hotel, sir!"
 "Ah. yes!" Warburton leaped out,
 fumbled in his pocket, and brought fourth fve-dollar note, which he gave to the cabby.
 Warburton rushed into the noisy gorgeous lobby. and wandered about till he espied the desk Here he turned over. his luggage checks to the clerk and said that these accessories of travel must he in his room before eight o'clock that night. or there would be trouble. It was now half after five. The clerk eagerly scanned the register. Warburton, Robert Warburton; it was not name with which he was familiar. A thin film of icy hauteur spread over his face.
 Very well. sir. Do you wish a bath with your room?"
 Certainly" Warburton glanced at his watch again. ''The price, Hang the price! A room, room with bath-thats what I want Have you got it?" This was said with a deal of real impatience and hauteur that overtopped the clerks.
 The film of ice melted into gracious smile. Some new millionaire from Pittsburg. thought the clerk. He swung the book around. , "You have forgotten your place of residence. sir" he said.
 Place of residence!"
 Warburton looked at the clerk in [ blank =astonishment. Place of resi- dence? Why. heaven help him, he had none, none! For the first time since he left the army the knowledge came home to him. and it struck rather deep. He caught up the pen, poised it an indecisive moment. then hastily scribbled Paris: as we'll Paris as any, where.
 Our homeless young gentleman lighted cigar and went out under the portico. An early darkness had settled over the city. and a heavy steady rain was falling. The asphalt pave ments glistened and twinkled as far as the eyes range could reach. A thousand lights gleamed down on him, and he seemed to be standing in canon dappled with firef1ies. Place of residence! Neither the fig-tree nor the vine! Did he lose his money to- morrow, the source of his small in- come, he would be without a roof over his head. True. his brothers roof would always welcome him: but roof-tree of his own! And he could lay claim to no city. either. having had the good fortune to be born in a healthy country town. Place of resi- dence! Truly he had none: a melan- choly fact which he had not appreci- ated till now. And all this had slipped his mind because of pair of eyes as heavenly blue as a rajah's sapphire.
 But there's always a fatted calf waiting in Washington" he laughed aloud. ''Once a soldier. always a sol- dier. suppose I'll be begging the colo nel to have a chat with the president. There doesn't seem to be any way of getting out of it. I'll have to don the old togs again. I ought to write letter to Nancy, but it will be finer to drop in on 'em unexpectedly. Bless her heart! (So say ID And Jacks, loo. and his little wife's, And I haven't written line in eight weeks. But I'll make it up in ten minutes. And if haven't a roof-tree. at least I've got the ready cash and can buy one my day" All of which proves that ! Nr. Robert possessed a buoyant spirit. and refused to be downcast for more than one minute at a time. i
 He threw away his cigar and re-en- tered the hotel. and threaded his way through the appalling labyrinths of corridors till he found some one to