Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1909-07-31

even from the most ODSeIFduL, yet one
seeming to possess a magnetic attrac-
| ton for the eyes of the hallboy of the
apartment hotel (who, acquainted by
sight and hearsay with the stout gem
tleman's identity and calling, bent
upon him a steadfast and adoring re-
gard, as well as for the policeman
who lorded it on the st. Nicholas ave
nue. corner, in front of the real estate
| office, and who from time to time
shifted his contemplation from the in
| finite spaces of the heavens, the better
| to exchange a furtive nod with the
idler in the hotel doorway.
Presently-at no great lapse of time
after the short and thick-set man had
slowed away his watch-out of the
thronged sidewalks of Seventh avenue
a man appeared, walking west on the
north side of the street and reviewing
carelessly the numbers on the illumin
ated fanlights; tall man. dressed all
in gray, and swinging a thin walking
stick.
The short, thick-set person assumed
| a mien of more intense abstraction
than ever.
The tall man in gray paused indef1-
nite1y before the brownStOne stoOp of
the house numbered EOS, then swung
up the steps and into the vestibule.
Here he halted, bending over to scru-
tirfze the names on the letter boxes
The short, thick-set man reluctantly
detached himself from his polished
pillar and waddled ungracefully across
the street.
The policeman on the corner seemed
suddenly interested in Seventh ave-
nue., and walked in that direction.
The gray man, having vainly de-
ciphered all the names on one side
of the vestibule, Strengthened up and
turned his attention to the opposite
wall, either unconscious of or indif-
ferent to the shuttle of feet on the
stoop behind him.
The short, thick-set man removed
one hand from a pocket and tapped the
gray man gently on the shoulder.
''Lookin' for McCabe, Anisty?" he
inquired, genially..
The gray man turned slowly, exhib-
iting a countenance blank with aston
ishment BEG pardon?'' he drawled;
and then, with a dawning CLEAN of
recognition in his eyes: why, good
evening, Hickey, What brings you
up this way?'
The short, thick-set man permitted
his jaw to droop and his eyes to pro-
trude for some seconds. -Oh," he
said in tone of great disgust. hell"
He pulled himself together with an
effort. Excuse me, Mr.. Maitland" he
stammered, Il wasn't lookin' for yeh. ;"
ITO the contrary, gather from your
greeting you were expecting our
friend, Mr. Anisty?" And the gray
man smiled.
Hickey smiled in sympathy, but with
less evident relish of the situations
humor.
That's right he admitted. Got a
tip from the c'miss'ner's office this
evening that Anisty would be here at
seven o'clock lookin' for a party
named McCabe. I guess it's bum tip,
all right; but of course 1 got to look
into it,
Most assured1y." The gray man
bent and inspected the names again.
81 am hunting up an old friend" he
explained, carelessly; "a man named
Simmons-knew him in college-down
on his luck-wrote me yesterday.
There he is: Fourth floor, east. I'll
see you when 1 come down, hope, Mr..
Hickey
The automatic lock clicked and the
door swung open; the gray man pass
ing through and up the stairs. Hickey,
ostentatiously ignoring the existence
of the policeman, returned to his post
of observation.
At eight o'clock he was still there,
looking bored
At $3.50 he was still there, wearing
puzzled expression.
At nine he called the adoring hall
boy, gave him a quarter with minute
instructions, and saw him disappear
into the hallway of No. 205. Three
minutes later the boy was back,
breathless but enthusiastic.
"Missis Simmons he explained be-
tween gasps, says she amt never
heard of nobody named Maitland.
Somebody rang her bell while ago
an apologized for disturbin' herLsaid
he wanted the folks on the top floor
1 guess yer man went acrost the roofs;
them houses is all connected, and yuh
en- walk clear from the corner here
tub halfway upftuh Nineteenth street,
on Sain' Nicholas avenoo."
"Uh-huh," laconically returned the
detective. Thanks" And turning on
his heel, walked westward.
The policeman crossed the street
to detain him for a moments chat.
81 guess it's all off, Jim Hickey
told him. Some one must We tipped
til at crook off. Anyway, / amt goin'
to wait no longer"
L wouldn't neither agreed the uni
formed member. Say, who's yer
friend yeh was talkin' tub, while