The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-02-17
CHAPTER H. The First Job.

Broadway to big department store III sorts and conditions of people thronged the immense caravanserai Of trade, and he had no difficulty ill or dering the shirts and gloves and ties he wanted sent to MT. Chester Taylor at the Uruguay. He also ordered a bath-robe, socks, pajamas, and un- Gerwear. The clerk presented him with ticket to the Letter Carrier hall under the impression that he was a particularly seedy looking footman The clerk considered himself remark ably acute in evolving this idea, and so clung to it that any latent doubts he cherished as to a fruitless trip of the delivery wagon were swallowed by his self-conceit.
 t'By the way" said Chester in leav ing, "don't send the things till Satur- day. He won't be there till then''
 "Off on a hunting trip?'' asked the clever clerk.
 ''He has been living quite a differ ent kind of life,'' said Chester.
 'tAh, the Yellowstone ventured the discerning young man behind the counter.
 'tAll that remains" reflected Ches- ter, '''is to get couple of hats. Ry the tims I have them I shall be some five hundred dollars in debt, which seems to be quite an adequate sum for man without a cent. What did MT. Cutting call me?-a panhandler The two syllables suggest trunk hust- Ter. I think I'll go and be shenan- go for a while."
 Chester had learned many new and curious things during his four months sojourn along Park Row and in old Greenwich village. At one time he had room for several weeks in the latter locality Among these addi- tions to his store of knowledge was the slang of the waterfront. \ who works on the docks along the river at odd jobs, remaining in one place only long enough to accumulate sufficient money for a thorough de- bauch. These people live from hand to mouth on the farms or open spaces opposite the docks of the bis steamship companies, and are un- fortunately so numerous that this special term to describe them ha; been coined. The river front is no1 an enviable or pleasant post for . l New York policeman.
 My appetite,'' Chester SoliIoquized reminds me somewhat painfully o1 l the time when my chief characteristic was an unrequited affection for GU l cumbers. The philosophy of ths North River says that man who car have debts has friends. I certainly have debts. Therefore I shall go ant dine with a friend. The pIilosoph, of the East River may not be tba of the North River. Moreover I hay, vainly endeavored to establish dip.o matic relations with nearly ever. bartender on the East Side. There fore I shall go West"
 He turned his steps toward the bi steamship docks on the North River On Greenwich street he caught snatch of conversation.
 Gee! he's so fat that when yo I stand behind him he looks as if h were playing the cornet.'
 That's my friend.'' exclaimed Ches ter .'Let me have men about m that are fat
 He turned and approached tt. speaker.
 Would you mind," he asked, "telI ing me where the individual you ar describing can be found?"
 Sure not. He's generally in til nearest bar. He's an awful lush
 Dear me- said Chester, ''how nn fortunate. Where is the neares barr"
 Next corner,'' the man replie curtly. Are you one of Parkhurst men?"
 'I haven't the pleasure" sai Chester politely. Thank you.'' ,"As I was saying" remarked h informant to his friends as Cheste
 turned away, "a man who believe everything he reads in the newspaper will soon go crazy"
 More philosophy" reflected Che:
 ter What an interesting day
 fools luck is an excellent asset i business. Now for my embryo col netist."
 When he stepped into the dirs
 little saloon, there was no difficult in identifying his man. A huge T. tund creature, was lolling at one (
 the tables over an immense glass
 beer.
 'I beg your pardon" said Cheste casually, "but a friend of mine [
 the name of Julius Caesar was yer fond of such men as you. I had tf
 suggestion from him that I shoul drop in and dine with you" oI Caesar? Jules Caesar? Sure,
 know Jule. Heard bout him in-hic ' 1oiObccboOl Wont to ccboo1 o-it