Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1908-08-11

Were Mr. Carnegie or Mr.. Rocke
feller would put few millions In my
inside pocket and make an appoint
ment with all the park commissioners
(around the corner, II necessary and
arrange for benches In all the parks OF
the world low enough for women to
sit upon and rest their feet upon the
ground After that might furnish
libraries to towns that would pay fol
em or build sanitariums for crank
professors and call 'em colleges II
wanted to.
Women's rights societies have been
laborlng for many years after equality
with man. With what result? When
they sit on a bench they must twist
their ankles together and uncomforta
bly, swing their highest French heels
clear Of earthly support. Begin at the
bottom, ladies. Get your feet on the
ground and then rise to theories OF
mental equality.
Hastings Beauchamp Morley was
carefully and neatly dressed. That wa:
the result Of an instinct due to his
birth and breeding. 1t Is denied us tc
look further into mans bosom thai
the starch on his shirt front, so 1t Is
left to US only to recount his walks and
| conversation.
Morley had not cent In his pockets
but he smiled pityingly at hundred
grimy, unfortunate ones who had nc
more and who would have no more
when the suns first rays yellowed the
tall paper cutter building on the west
side Of the square, But Morley would
have enough by then. Sundown had
seen his pockets empty before, but sun
rise had always seen them lined.
First he went to the house OF q
clergyman off Madison avenue and pre-
sented forged letter of introduction
that holly purported to Issue from d
pastorate in Indiana. This netted hin
$5 when backed up by realistic ro
nance of a delayed remittance.
On the sidewalk twenty steps from
the clergyman's door pale faced fa'
man huskily enveloped him with &
raised red fist and the voice of bel
buoy, demanding payment Of an ole
score.
why, Bergman man." sang More!
dulcetly. "is this you? was JUS
ON my way up to your place to settle
up. That remittance from my aun
i ,,r;,.oJ onIy tb;S morning WronO nd
dress was the trouble. Come up Il
the corner and I'll square up. Glad tt
see you. Saves me walk"
Four drinks placated the emotiona
Bergman. There was an air abou
Morley when he was backed by none!
in hand that would have stayed off ;
call loan at Rothschilds'. When ht
was penniless his bluff was pitched
half a tone lower. but few are compe
tent to detect the difference in the
notes.
You gum to mine blace und bay
me tomorrow, Mr.. Morley" said Berg
man. "Oxcuse me dat l dun you OF
der street. But haf not seen you II
dree mont. Pros't"
Morley walked away with crooked
smile on his pale, smooth face. Th'
credulous, drink softened German
amused him. He would have to avoit
Twenty-ninth street in the future. III
had not been aware that Bergman eve
went home by that route.
At the door Of darkened house TIVE
squares to the north Morley knocked
with a peculiar sequence Of raps. Th'
door opened to the length Of 81!
inch chain, and the pompous, impor
tant black face Of an African guardian
imposed itself in the opening. Aorle!
was admitted.
In q third story room In an atmos
phere opaque with smoke he hung fol
ten minutes above roulette wheel
Then downstairs he crept, and was out
sped by the important negro, jinglinl
in his pocket the 40 cents in silver tina
remained to him of his five dollar cap
ital. At the corner he fingered. un
decided.
Across the street was a drug store
well lighted. sending forth CLEAN!
from the German silver and crystal o
its soda fountain and glasses. Alonl
came youngster of FIVE, headed 70
the dispensary. stepping high with tn
consequence Of big errand, possibl.
one TO which his advancing age hat
earned him promotion. In his ham
he clutched something tightly, public
iy, proudly, conspicuously.
Moreley stopped him with his win
ming smile and soft speech.
"Me" said the youngster. I'm doir
to the drug tore for mamma. Sh
dave me a dollar to buy a bottle o
medcin.
"Now, now, noww said Morley. Sue
big man you are to be doing errand
for mamma must go along with IN
little man to see that the cars don
run over him. And on the way We
have some chocolates. Or would b
rather have lemon drops|
Morley entered the drug store lead
ing the child by the hand. He present
ed the prescription that had been wraI
ped around the money.
On his face was smile, predatory
parental. polite. profound.
Aqua pura, one pint" said he
the druggist. Sodium chloride, te
grains. Fiat solution. And don't tr
to skin me. because know all abo'
the number of gallons Of HOO in th
Croton reservoir, and / always use tn
other ingredient on my potatoes"
"Fifteen cents" said the druggis
with a wink, after he had compounde
the order. II see you understand pha
macy. A dollar is the regular price"
ITO gulls," said Morley smilingly.
He settled the wrapped bottle car'
fully In the child's arms and escorte
him to the corner. In his own pockt
he dropped the S5 cents accruing
him by virtue Of his chemical know
edge.
Look out for the cars, sonny" b
said cheerfully to his small victim.
Two street cars suddenly swooped
. opposite directions upon the youngste
Morley dashed between them az
pinned the infantile messenger by th
neck. holding him in safety. The
from the corner Of his street he Sci
him on his way, swindled, happy an
sticky with vile, cheap candy from til
Italians fruit stand.
Morley went to restaurant and o
dered a sirloin and pint Of inexpel
j siye Chateau Breuille. he laughe