The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1907-01-25

Not on your life" replied Healey
with a laugh. THE suckers we
trimmed gave checks, and turned
'em into cash as soon as the banks
opened wasn't any too spry, either.
Two of the damned sneaks consulted
lawyers as soon as they sobered on,
and tried to stop payment on their
checks. They're threatening proceed
ings. You must take the dough away
with you, and | don't want a receipt. A"
Trimming suckers. eh?" said |, not
able to decide what to do.
Their fathers stole it from the pub
lie he explained. They're drunken
little snobs, not fit to have money.
I'm doing a public service by relieving
them of il. If I'd got more, Id feel
that much more"-he vented his light,
COOL sarcastic laugh-"more patri-
otto"
Il can't take it, said |, feeling that,
In my present condition, to take it
would be very near to betraying the
confidence of my old friend,
They lost il in straight game"
he fastened to assure me. II haven't
had brace box or crooked wheel for
four years" This with a sober face
and a twinkle in his eye. But even
If | had helped chance to do the good
work of teaching them to take care
of their money, you'd not refuse me-
Up town and down town, and all over
the place, what's business, when you
come TO look at it sensibly. but trad
ing stolen goods? Do you know man
who could honestly earn more than
ten or twenty thousand year-good
clean money by good clean work."
"Oh, for that matter, your moneys
as clean as anybody's," said l. But
you know I'm a Spectator, Joe.
have my downs-and this happens to
be a stormy time for me. If take
your money, | mayn't be able to &C
count for it or even to pay dividends
on it for-maybe a year or so"
Its all right, old man. I'll never
give 1t thought till you remind me
of it. Use it'as you'd use your own.
I've got to put it behind somebody's
luck-why not yours?"
lie finished doing up the package,
then he seated himself and we both
looked at ii through the smoke OF our
cigars.
ITS Just as easy to deal in big sums
as in little, in large matters as in
small. isn't it, Joe" said /, "once one
gets in the way of it?"
DO you remember-away back
there-the morning." he asked mus
lngly-"the last morning-you and
got up from the straw in the stables
over at Jerome Park-the stables
they let us sleep in?'
And went out in the dawn to roost
on the rails and spy on the speed
trials of old .Revell's horses?"
Exactly" said Joe, and we looked
at each other and laughed I'VE in
rags-gosh, how chilly it was that
morning! Do you remember what we
talked about?"
mo" said l, though did.
Il was proposing to turn a crooked
trick-and you wouldn't have it. You
persuaded me to keep straight, Matt.
I've never forgotten it, You kept me
straight-showed me what a fool a
man was to load himself down with
petty larceny record You made a
man of me, Matt. And then those good
looks OF yours caught the eye of that
bookmaker's girl, and he gave you
job at writing shetland you worked
me in with you"
SO long ago IL seemed, yet near and
real, too, as | sat there, conscious of
nd
fantastic shapes taken by our up
curling smoke. How far | was from
the rail bird of those happy-go-
lucky years, when a meal meant quite
as much TO me as does a million now
how far from all that, yet how near,
too. For was | not still facing life
with the same careless courage, for
getting each yesterday in the eager
excitement of each new day with it's
new deal? We went on in our remin-
iscences for a while; then, as Joe had
little work to do, | drifted out into
the house, took bite of supper with
young Melville. had little go at the
tiger, and toward five in the clear
June morning emerged into the broad
day of the streets. with the precious
bundle under my arms and a five hun
dred dollar bill in my waistcoat
pocket.
Give my win to me in a single
bill" ] said to the banker, and blow
yourself OF with the change"
Joe walked down the street with
me-for companionship and little
air before turning in. he caid, but /
imagine a desire to keep his eye on
his treasure while longer had some
thing to do with his taking that early
morning stroll. We passed several of
tboSe forlorn figures that hurry
through the slowly-awakening streets
20 bed or to work. Finally, there
came by an old. old woman--a scrub
woman, guess, on her way home
from cleaning some Office building.
Beside her was a thin little boy, hop
pins along on a crutch. stopped
them.