The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-14
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"Oh. a room! don't run to a room. A bed in a vast wilderness is good enough for me But a quarter I'll get you one. Three nickels for bed"
 Loveland searched his pockets and dubiously exhibited two silver coins mixed democratically with few nick els and impotent looking little coppers. The prospect appeared hopeless to him. but Willing exclaimed with delight:
 -sGee-45 centsi You're a bloated mill lionaire. You might be asleep in two beds at the Bat hotel instead of cool ing in this ice cream freezer"
 If there's the price of two beds you must have one,' said Loveland
 Thank you- You're the real stuff. '' returned Bin. gratitude in his voice "But Pm o. K. where I am You stick to your stamps. I know just how you feel. Pm always chuckin' my last cent away on some poor diclzy bird. thinkin' twill be all right tomorrow and what's the odds.'
 What about food?'' asked Loveland. "Can we run to it?" and be glanced at the coins in his hand.
 Keep the change. We'll eat for nothing. Now's our time to join the bread line"
 Again Val looked blank. and again 1t was necessary for Bill Willing-guide. philosopher and friend-to explain. There were, said he, two very impor- tant lines drawn every night in New York for the benefit of the poor, the bread line and the bed line Each was drawn in a public square. the former in Herald. the latter in Madison. and both were traced by the finger of char ity.
 The bed line Bill did not often pat ronize, because he could generally pay for his own sleeping accommodation, and if he couldn't there were always the parks. Besides, the parson chap who spoke in Madison square every night for the benefit of the poor could collect only money enough to supply limited number of men with beds. There was such a long line waiting always. and the unlucky ones went away into the night looking so disap- pointed. Bill couldn't bear that or the thought that one more must go bedless because he had got in ahead. As for the bread line, that was different There was usually enough to feed the whole line. with coffee thrown in. It was good show, too, and sometimes when Bill had separated himself from his last coin and wanted little cheer full company he linked on to the bread line. Tonight they would both go ''un- less,' added MT. Willing. you're afraid some O your swell friends may spot you.''
 It seemed to Lord Loveland that he had never known how dazzling light could be till the night lights Of New York flung their diamonds into his eyes
 Though it was nearly midnight when he emerged from behind the purple bed curtain of the sleeping park. there was no sign that less secluded quar- ters of the city thought of sleep In the glass sided palace Of the Herald tomorrow mornings paper was ! visibly going to press. There was chewing rumble of huge printing l machines, and from somewhere out or | sight of the bronze owls staring cleo tric eyes sprang covered wagons load | ed with up state editions. which must catch early trains- Newsboys were yelling extras. trying to noWl each other down above the confused storm of sound. and as Willing Bill lowed his convoy into the square Mi nerva lifted her noble bronze arm to ! give the midnight signal Her pair of obedient blacksmiths swung their hammers Justify and struck the bell | twelve times.
 Val and his companion were nearly