Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1909-01-01

Il "a O-iL " lLtL IN the depths o
90 the big city where the unouie
T. dregs are forever being shaker
together, young Murray and tn,
captain had met ana become friends
Both were at the lowest ebb possibl,
to their fortunes both had fallen from
Of least an intermediate telyen Of re-
spectability aud importance. and botf
were typical products Of the mon
strous and peculiar social curriculum
Of their overweening and bumptioua
civic alma mater
The captain was no longer a captain.
One Of those sudden moral cataclysms
that sometimes sweep the city had
hurled him from a high and profitable
position in the police department. rip
ping off his badge and buttons and
washing into the hands of his lawyers
the solid pieces Of real estate that his
frugality had enabled him to accumu-
late. The passing of the food left him
low and dry
One month after his disqualification Il
saloon keeper plucked him by the neck
from his free lunch counter as a tabby
and cast Elm asphaltward. This seems
low enough But after that lie ac-
quired a pair of cloth top. button con
gress CATERS and wrote complaining
letters to the newspapers. And then
he fought the attendant at the mu-
nicipal lodging house who tried to
give him a bath When Murray FIRST
saw him he was holding the hand of
an Italian woman who sold apples and
garlic on Essex street and quoting the
words of a song book ballad.
Murray's fall had been more Luci
ferian if less spectacular All the
pretty. tiny little kic&sha,gs Of Gotham
had once been his. The megaphone
man roars out at You to observe the
house Of his uncle on a grand ana
reyered avenue. but there had been an
awful row about something. and the
prince had been escorted to the door by
the butler, which in said avenue is
equivalent to the impact Of the avun
cular shoe. weak Prince Hal. with
out Inheritance or sword, he drifted
downward to met his humoress Fal-
staff and to pick the crusts of the
streets with him
Cue evening they sat on a bench in
a little downtown park. The great
bulk Of the captain. which starvation
seemed to Increase. drawing irony in
stead of pity to his petitions for all.
was heaped against the arm Of the
bench in a shapeless mass. His red (
face. spotted by tufts Of vermilion. T.
week old whiskers and topped by a
sagging white straw hat looked in the I
gloom like one of those structures that I
you may observe in dark Third ave I
nue. window, challenging your imagi- +
nation to say whether it be some +
thing recent in the way of ladies' hats
or Il stra wberry shortcake. \ tight
drawn belt. last relic Of his Official
spruceness. made a deep furrow in his
circumference The captains shoes
were buttonless. In Il smothared bass
he cursed his star of i'll luck
Murray. at his side. was shrunk into
his dingy and ragged suit of blue
serge. His hat was pulled low He
sat quiet and a little indistinct. like
some ghost that had been dispos-
sessed.
I'm hungry" growled the captain.
''By the top sirloin of the bull of Ba-
shan, I'm starving to DEATH Right
now could eat a BOwery restaurant
riear through to the stovepipe in the
alley. Can't you think of nothing.
You sit there with your
shoulders scrunched up. giving an i'm :
tation of Reginald Vanderbilt driving
his coach. What good are them airs
loing you now? Think of some place
we can get something TO chew /.
You forget. my dear captain" said
Murray without moving. that our last
Ittempt at dining was at my sugges-
ion"
you bet it wasr groaned the cap
ain. You bet your life it was! Have
-ou got any more like that to make
ley?"
81 admit we failed" sighed Murray :,
/ was sure Malone would be good for :
ne more free lunch after the way he !,
alked baseball with me the last time =
spent a nickel in his establishment" :.
Il had this hand said the captain, =
-
| had this hand on the drumstick Of :,
turkey and two sardine sandwiches
then them walters grabbed u.s."
81 was within two inches of the :
lives" said Murray. stuffed olives. -
haven't tasted one in year. =,
"What'll we do?" grumbled the cap ~
lin. 1--WE can't starve."
Cant we?" said Murray quietly. =.
I'm glad to hear that. | was afraid =,
e could"
You wait here" said the captain. -
sing heavily and puffily TO his feet.
I'm going to try to make one more -,
i'm. You stay here till come back, -,
urray. | won't be over half an hour. ~
turn the trick I'll come back ~
Ish.'
He made some elephantine attempts ~ ~
smartening his appearance. He gave 81
5 fiery mustache a heavenward twist; ~
dragged into sight 4 pair OF black
Iaopor,o1 no IN his