Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1909-02-26
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By o. HENRY.

iot, ne thought; the men with stOlid
animal, unshayen faces; the women
wriggling aud self conscious, twining
and untwining their feet that hung
four inches above the grayeled walks.
Were ! Mr.. Carnegie or Mr.. Rookie
teller | would put few millions in my
inside pocket and make an appoint
ment with all the park commissioners
(around the corner if 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 for
'eIn or build sanitariums for crank
professors and call 'em colleges if
wanted to.
Women's rights societies have been
laboring for many years after equality
with man. With what result? When
they sit on 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 was
the result of an instinct due to his
birth and breeding 1t is denied US TO
look further into mans bosom than
the starch on his shirt front, so it is
left to US only to recount his walks and
conversation
Morley had not a cent in bis pockets.
but he smiled pityingly at hundred
grimy, unfortunate ones who had no
more and who would have no more
when the suns first rays yelIowed the
tall paper cutter building on the west
side of the square. But Morley would
have enough by then. Shutdown had
seen his pockets empty before. but sun
rise had always seen them lined.
First he went to the house of a
clergyman off Madison avenue and pre-
scented a forged letter of introduction
that holly purported to issue from a
pastorate in Indiana. This Melted him
50 when backed up by realistic ro-
nance of delayed remittance.
On the sidewalk twenty steps from
the clergyman's door a pale faced fat
man huskily enveloped him with
raised red fist and the voice of a bell
buoy, demanding payment of an old
score
"Why, Bergman. man." sang Morley
dulcetly. lis this you? l was just
on my way up to your place to settle
up That remittance from my aunt
arrived only this morning. Wrong adj
dress was the trouble Come up to
the corner and I'll square up. Clad to
see you. Saves me a walk
Four drinks placated the emotional
Bergman. There was an air about
Morley when he was backed by money
in hand that would have stayed off a
call loan at Rothschilds'. When he
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 blaze und bay
me tomorrow, Mr. Morley" said Berg
man. "Oxcuse me dat 1 dun you on
dree mont. Pros'tr'
Morley walked away with crooked
smile on his pale. smooth face. The
credulous. drink softened German
amused him. He would have to avoid
Twenty ninth street in the future. He
had not been aware that Bergman ever
went home by that route.
At the door of Il darkened house two I.
squares to the north Morley Knocked (
with a peculiar sequence of raps. The
door opened to the length of 4 six
inch chain, and the pompous. impor-
tant black face of an African guardian I
imposed itself in the opening Morley .
was admitted.
In a third story room in an atmos- I
phere opaque with smoke he hung for
ten minutes above a roulette wheel.
Then downstairs he crept, and was out
sped by the important negro. jingling
In his pocket the 40 cents in silver that
remained to him OF his five dollar cap
ital. At the corner he fingered. us
decided.
Across the street was drug store,
well lighted. sending forth CLEANS
from the German silver and crystal OF
It's soda fountain and glasses. Along
game youngster Of FIVE, headed for
the dispensary. stepping high with the
or big errand, possibly
one to which his advancing age had
earned him promotion. In his hand
he clutched something tightly. public
", proudly. conspicuously.
Moreley stopped him with his WIN
ming smile and soft speech.
''Me?" said the youngster. I'm dom
70 the drug tore for mamma. She
lave me a dollar TO buy bottle OF
led Gin
Now. now, now said Morley. Such
, big man you are TO be doing errands
or mamma must go along with my
title man 10 see that the cars don't ,
un over him. And ON the way Wen ,
ave some chocolates. Or would he
a Their have lemon drops|
Morley entered the drug store lead
ng the child by the hand He present
d the prescription that had been wrap