The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1909-12-19

you are very good you shall have
pickle Tomorrow. And uuw, II you'H
allow the 20 be your guest. well have
supper.
He drew lpiha ~ her chair. The tea
Frightened the girts eyes aud brought
back some of her cotur. She began tn
eat VIII u sort ut dainty feroCity like
g'me starved animal. She seemed I"
regard the young man aud the AN
be had rendered her AZ IA natural thing
NOT as Ihuugh she undervalued the
conventions. but HS one whose great
stress gave her The right 10 put aside
the art iticial for the human. But grad
uaIly with The return Of strength ahd
comfort came alsU u sense Of the little
conventions that belong, and she be-
gan Ia tell hin her little story. Ii was
one of Il thousand such IN the CRY
ynwns NJ every day-the shopgiri's
story of insufficient wages, further re-
duced by fines that go to swell the
stores profits: of time lost through Ill
ness and then Of lost positions. lost
hope and the knock OF the adveuturer
upon the green door.
But 10 Rudolf the history sounded as
big as the Had or the crisis In ''Junies
Love Test"
ITO think of you going through all
that he exclaimed.
ut was something 6erce," said the
girl solemnly.
And you have no relatives or
friends in the city?"
"None whatever"
~ am all alone In the world. too"
said Rudolf after pause.
II am glad of that" said the girl
promptly, aud somehow 1t pleased the
| young man TO hear that she approved
! of bis bereft condition.
Very suddenly her eyeIids dropped.
aud she sighed deeply.
Il am awfully sleepy" she said,
land feet so good
Rudolf rose and took his hat.
Then I'll say good hight. A long
| nights sleep will he tine for you"
He held out bis hand. and she took
II and said Good night" Hut her
eyes asked question so eloquently,
so frankly and pathetically that he
/ answered II with words.
''Oh. I'm coming back tomorrow to
see how you are getting along. You
can't get rid of me 80 easily"
Then nj the door. as though the way
! of his coming had been 40 much less
Important than the fact that he had
/
| to knock al my door,
He locked at her for moment. re-
memhering he cards. and felt sud
den Jealous pain. What IL they had
fallen into other hands as adventurous
as his? Quickly he decided that she
must never know the truth. He would
never lei her know hat he wits aware
| of the strange expedient TO which she
had been driven by her great distress.
One of our piano tuners lives In
this house" he said. Il knocked al
your door by mistake"
The last thing he saw IN the roOb
before the green door closed was her
smile
At the head of the stairway he paus-
ed and Looked curiously about him.
And then he went along the hallway
to its other end and. coming back. as
cended to the floor above and contin-
ued his puzzled explorations. Every
door that he found in the house was
painted green.
Wondering. he descended to the
sidewalk The fantastic African was
still there. Rudolf confronted him
with his two cards In his hand.
'Wi,l you tell ne why you gave me
these cards aud what they mean" he
asked.
In broad. good natured grin the
| negro exhibited splendid advertise
nent of hia tuasttet profession.
''par il is. boss he said, pointing
down the street. But 'spect you Is
little late for de fust act"
I.uokiEg ne way he pointed. Rudolf
| saw above the entrance TO a theater
the hla1:n~ electric sign Of its new
pay. "'rEe Green Door
I'm Informed dat It's a fust rate
show. san" said the negro. "De agent