Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1908-01-09

py Fear himself, who had enjoyed q
brief acquaintance with him on day
when both had CHANGED to travel In
cognito by the same freight. Natural
" Happy had felt responsible for the
proper behavior Of his protege was,
in fact, bound to enforce 1t: addition
ally, Happy had once been saved from
a term of Imprisonment tat a time
when it would have been more than
ordinarily inconvenient) by help and
advice from Joe. and he was not one
to forget. Therefore he was grieved
to observe that his own guest seemed
to be somewhat jealous of the hero of
the occasion and disposed TO look cold
ly upon him. The stranger, however,
contented himself with innuendo
mere expressions of the face and 9TH
er manner of things for which one
could not squarely lay hands upon
him) until such time as he and his
sponsor had come to Main street in
the clear dawn on their way to Hap
py's apartment a variable abode It
may be that the stranger perceived
what Happy did not-the three blue
coats in the perspective. At all
events, he now put into words of sim
gle strength the unfavorable concep-
ton he had formed of joe The re-
suit was mediaeyally immediate, and
the period of Mr. Cory's convalescence
in the hospital was almost half that OF
his Sponsors detention in the county
jail.
When Happy Fear had suffered,
With give and take simplicity Of pa
tience, his allotment of months In
durance and was released and sent
into the streets and sunshine once
more. he knew that his first duty lay
in the direction Of a general apology to
Joe. But the young man was no lon
ger at Beaver Beach; the red headed
proprietor dwelt alone there and, re.
eeiving Happy with scorn and pity,
directed him to retrace his footsteps
to the town.
Eye must have been in the black hole
Of Incarceration indeed If ye haven't
heard that Mr.. Louden has his law Of
fee on the square and his livin' room
behind the Office It's in that little
brick buildin' straight acrost from the
sheriff's door O. the Jail. Ye've been
neighbors this long time, A hard time
the boy had persuadin' any one to rent
to him, but by payin' double the price
he got place at last. He's a practic-
in lawyer now, and all the boys and
girls of our acquaintance go to him
with their troubles. Ye1l see him
with murder. case to try before long
as sure as ye're not worth yer salt!
But | expect We can still call him by
his name of Joe. all the samer'
1t was bleak and meager little Of
fee into which Mr. Fear ushered him.
self to offer his amends. The cracked
plaster of the walls was bare, save for
dust. There were no shelves. The fat
brown volumes, most of them fairly
new. were piled in regular columns
upon cheap pine table. There was
but one window, small panied and
shadeless. An inner door of this sad
chamber stood half ajar, permitting
the visitor unreseryed acquaintance
with the domestic economy of the ten
ant, for it disclosed a second room,
smaller than the Office and dependent
upon the window of the latter for air
and light Behind canvas camp cot,
dimly visible in the obscurity OF the
inner apartment. stood small gas
stove surmounted by a stewpan, from
which projected the handle of big
tin spoon, so that it needed no ghost
from the dead to whisper that Joseph
Louden, attorney at law, did his own
cooking. Indeed, he looked i'll
Upon the threshold Of the second
room reposed small, worn, light
brown scrub brush of dog. so cosmo-
politan in ancestry that his species was
almost as understandable as the cast
iron dogs of the Pike mansion. He
greeted Mr. Fear Hospitality, having
been so lately an offcast of the streets
himself that his adoption had taught
him to lose only his old tFemors. not
his hopefulness. At the same time Joe
rose quickly from the deal table, where
he had been working, with one hand in
his hair, the other splattering ink from
bad pen
Good for you, Happyg' he cried
cheerfully. 81 hoped you'd come to
see me today. I've been thinking about
a job for you
II don't want job. nohow?' said
Mr.. Fear, going to the door. Il don't
want to WORK There's plenty ways fer
me to git along without that. But I'll
say one thing more Don't you worry
about gittin law practice. Mike says
you're goin' to git all you want, and if
there amt no other way, why, few
of us'll go out and make some fer vel"
These prophecies and promises, over
which Joe chuckled at first, with his
head cooked to one side, grew very
soon, to his amazement. to wear a SUI
pernatural similarity to actual fulfill
ment. His friends brought him their
own friends such as had sinned against
the laws of Canaan, those under the