Los Angeles herald., 1910-06-19

N city known Bagdad- -on-the- Subway. And
L with the night came the enchanted glamour
that belongs not to Arabia alone. In different mas
querade the Streets bazaars and walled houses of the
occidental city of romance were filled with the same
kind of folk that much interested our interesting
old friend, the late Mr.. H. A. Raschd. They Wore
clothes eleven hundred years to the latest styles
than H. A. saw in the old Bagdad; but they were
about the people underneath. With the eye of
faith you could have the Little Hunchback, Sin
bad the Sailor, Fitbad the Tailor, the Beautiful Per
sian, the oneeyed Caenders, Ali Baba and Forty
Robbers on every block, and the Barber and his Six
Brothers. and all the old Arabian gang easily.
But let us revenue to our lamb chops.
Old Tom Crowley a calph. He had $42O00,000
in preferred stocks and bonds with solid gold edges.
In these times, to be called a calph you must have
money The od-style caliph business conducted by
Mr. Raschd is not safe. If you hold up person
nowadays in bazaar Turkish bath or a side
street. and inquire into his private and personal af-
fairs the police court II get you
Old Tom tired of clubs, theatres, dinners,
friends, music, money and everything. That's what
makes caliph-you must get to despse everything
that money buy, and then go out and try to want
something that you can It pay for.
81 II take little trot around town all by myself, -
thought old TOm and try if L can stir up anything
new. Let S see-it seems [ we read about king or
a Cardiff giant or something in old times who used
to 90 about with false whiskers on, making Persian
dates with folks he hadn t been introduced to. That
don t listen like bad idea. [ certainly have got
case of humdrumess and fatigue for the ones
do know That old Cardiff used to pick up cases OF
trouble as he ran upon 'em and give 'em gold
sequins, [ think it was-and make 'em marry got
'em good government jobs Now, 1 d like something
of that sort My money is good as his was, even
if the magazines do ask me every month where got
it. Yes, guess II do little Cardiff business to-
night, and see how it goes -
Plainly dressed, old Tom Crowley left his Madison
avenue palace aud walked westward and then south.
AS he stepped to the sidewalk, Fate, who holds the
ends of the strings in the central offices of all the
enchanted cities, pulled thread, and young man
twenty blocks away looked at wall clock, and then
put on his coat.
James Turner worked in one of those little hat
cleaning establishments Sixth avenue in which
fire alarm rings when you push the door open, and
where they clean your hat while you waittwo days.
James stood all day at electric machine that
turned hats around faster than the best brands of
champagne could have done. Overlooking your
mild impertnence in feeling a curiosity about the
personal appearance of stranger, will give you
modified description of him. Weight, 118; COM
plexion, hair and brain, light height five feet six;
age, about twenty-three dressed in a $40 suit of
greensh blue serge; pockets containing two keys and
sixty-three cents in change.
But do not misconjecture because this description
lost dead one
AHonS!
James stood all day at his work. His feet
tender and extremely susceptible to impositons being
put upon below them. All day long they burned
and smarted causing him much suffering and incon--
venience But he earning twelve dollars per
week. which he needed to support his feet whether his
feet would support him not