Los Angeles herald., 1910-06-19

fellowship that must be hidden when walks among
the stranger bands" For in New Bagdad one, in
order to survive must suspect whosoever sits, dwes,
drinks, rides walks sleeps in the adjacent char,
house, booth, seat, path or room.
'Say Nike said James Turner, ''what s your
line, anyway-shoe lacesa m not buying anything
You better put egg in your shoe and beat it before
incidents occur to you. You can t work off any
fountain pens gold specaces you found on the street,
or trust company certificate house clearings me-
Say, do look like d climbed down one of them miss
ing fire e-escapes at Hecon Hallf What s vitiating
you, anyhow"
''Son, - said the caph, in his most Harounsh
tones, 'as | said, l IN worth $4O,OOO,0OO don t
want to have it all put in my coffin when die. L
want to do some good with it. l seen you handling
these here volumes of literature, and thought
d keep you. I've give the missionary societies
$200O,000, but what did l get out of itf Nothing
but receipt from the secretary. Now, you are just
the kind of young d like to take up and see
what money could make of him. ~
Volumes of Clark Russell hard to find that
evening at the old book shop. And James Turner s
smarting and aching feet did not tend to improve
his temper Humble hat cleaner though he was, he
had spirit equal to any caphs
"Say, you old faker,' he said angrily, 'be
your way l don It know what your game is unless
you want change for bogus $4O,OOO00o bill. Well,
l don t carry that much around with ME. But |
do carry pretty fair left handed punch that you IL
get if you don move on.
''You blamed impudent little gutter pup,
said the caliph.
Then James delivered his self praised punch; old
Tom seized him by the collar and kicked him thrice;
the hat cleaner rallied and cnched; two bookstands
were overturned, and the books sent flying A cop
came up, took an arm of each, and marched them to
the nearest station house. Fighting and dsorderly
conduct, - said the cop to the sergeant.
'Three hundred dollars bail, - said the sergeant at
once, asseveratingly and inquirngly.
''Sixty-three cents, - said James Turner with
harsh laugh.
The calph searched his pockets and collected small
bills and change amounting to four dollars.
81 WORTH he said, forty million dollars,
but"
Lock 'em up,'' ordered the sergeant.
In his cell, James Turner laid himself on his cot,
ruminatng. ''Maybe he s got the money and
maybe he aim IT, But if he has he ain IT, what does
he want to go round buttng into other folks bust
for2 When a man knows what he wants, and
get it, it IS the same $40,000,000 to him.
Then an idea came to him that brought pleased
look to his face.
stretched himself out luxuriously, and placed his
tortured feet against the cold bars of the cell door
Something hard and bulky under the blankets of his
cot gave shoulder discomfort He reached under,
and drew out papercovered volume by Clark Russell
called ga Sailors Sweetheart - He gave a great
sigh of contentment
Presently to his cell came the doorman and said:
''Say kid, that old gazabo that pinched with
you for scrappng to have been the goods after
ALL He 'phoned to his friends, and he out at the
desk with roll of yellowbacks as big a Pull
pillow. He wants to bail you, and for you
to out and him. -
ffTell him T ain u in - said James Turner