Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1909-11-26

hands. He himself had been like that
once. Moreover, the man had an in
sufferable air of distinction. Who and
what was he to look like that? Moth
ing but failure, endeavoring to find
new foothold in life.
Moran resolved to establish the
proper relations at once.
81 am Moran" he said, land you are
Jackson. Mr. does not go down
here"
"All right, Moran. Jackson 1t is"
Joe arrived, having lost Jennys 81,
but cheerful as ever.
The new boarder interested him, and
he began to make his acquaintance. his
method being the not unusual one OF
asking innocently impertinent Ques-
tics.
Haggleton saw another opportunity,
and. as usual he took 4. lie talked
to Joe, but at Moran.
Yes; Haggleton was looking for c
lob. No; he had not saved penny OUT
Of his failure.
But Moran SnOrteu.
"Once you are down and out you
ttay down and out" he snarled.
"Well, 1 will try, anyhow"
"You won't get The opportunity"
persisted Moran.
81 shan't wait for it. 1 will create
it,"
"S.ufe. Once you are down and out
you might as wei! quit The capitalists
have framed it all up"
Haggleton listened attentively, an.
alyzing the mans arguments as they
flowed from his now fluent lips 1t
was the first time that lie heard the
voice of social discomfort direct. ill.,
stead of giving it Il hasty moment OF
attention us it expressed itself in press
reports or magazine articles.
What struck him at once about
Moran's TRADE was that the man
placed upon the shoulders of the rich
not only the responsibility for all the
wrongs Of society, but also the duty Of
righting them without any assistance
from him and his class.
Joe became impatient.
"Stop' gassing. Moran" he said terse-
". 81 always tell him that he's smok-
ing the wrong dope, Mr.. Jackson"
What would you do if you were
rich, Mr.. Caffrey?' asked Raggleton.
"Oh, say, you just watch me. Id
be at the track every day at 2:45, in
the grand stand. Wouldn't l wear the
sporty clothes! would put Il thousand
on every race. one, two, three, and a
thousand straight on every hundred to
one shot"
"You would soon be rid Of your
money, Mr.. Caffrey."
"Not me. Say, do you think that the
millionaires haven't got the races
fixed, like everything else? They know
the owners and the trainers and the
Jockeys and the starters-oh, say, it's
pipe"
Joe continued his picture of ricnes
beyond the dreams of avarice:
Not but that l would not own a
million dollar yacht, like John j." he
continued.
Moran sprang up.
"The thief" he shouted, "the rob-
Der, the boodsucker, the murderer!
He has made he what l am. He has
killed my daughters husband. He"-
The man chOked.
I'd
er-in-iaw," explained Joe very calmly,
was killed ut grade crossing by a
train on a road in which John ]. has
lot of stock
Dinner" said Jenny tersely.
The three men rose, drew up their
chairs to the table and sat down. Hag-
gletOn made pretense Of eating, but
barely touched anything. He still de-
voted himself to Moran. That chance
reference to work in the bakery must
not be allowed to pass. At last he
won from him the admission that a
helper in the bakery was sick and
that substitute was needed. A prom
Use to recommend him for the tempo
rary employment was extracted.
And so Haggleton was to be a baker
like Moran.
The millionaire turned to Jenny.
That's fine Coffee" he said Il used
to keep house for myself after fash
ion, and, do you know, l am just like
a woman-I take an interest in prices.
What do you pay for this coffee?"
Eighteen cents" she said, sfor a