The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-15
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sembled grasshopper, but his gen tie eyes, curiously like his masters, beamed with affection.
 @SWe approach the castle doors, me :. lord,'' grandiloquentIy announced Bill, little guessing that his testing way of address was that to which Loveland was accustomed from his interiors.
 Val started from the reverfe in which he had been walking at his companions side like a mechanical fig ure He walked to find himself in a brilliantly illuminated street like a tenth rate imitation of Broadway, lined with lighted shops. gaudy res taurants and strange houses of enter tainment-
 sThis is the Bowery." Bill mentioned with pride.
 They passed tall building whose red front was pictorial with adver- tisements of wonders such as the world could not have survived had 1t seen them in the flesh.
 stMy old .pitch,'' said Bill. 'sI paint ed the fat twins with their heads un- der their arms and the half zebra half camel The fair one with golden locks, too. and the human bone are my shay doovers. What do you think of lem, chumY
 'Chum" was filled with respectful Rdmirationepfft the artists xipagination, if not his technique, and he replied feryently that the shay doovers in question were marvellous
 Heres where used to bark" went on Bill with a sigh for past glories ssThey'd ought to give us free passes for look round, if you'd like, but the boss afn't built that way, and there's frs k0 EZc min't what they're painted-couIdn't be for a dime
 Willing paused in front of build ing which loomed up dingy and i'll lighted in comparison with it's gaudy neighborS. A lamp over a low browed door drew sufficient attention to the an nouncement, printed in faded lettering, that this was ''The Bat Hotel, For Gentlemen Only"
 Bill Willing opened the door as if he were akhone. Come in, do.'' he said hospita bly, and Loveland obeyed, to find himself standing directly at the foot of long. dimly lit stairway, the steps of which were protected from the wear and tear of time and boots by strips of iron At the top was closed door, and this open, Loveland was plunged into
  hotel appropriately named for its night activities Behind a grating which formed small room stood the proprietor or manager of the estab- lishment, ready to accept payment, alIot beds, inscribe. the names of new clients in a book and deal out keys of lockers or eubicles. This tiny office was cut out of long, narrow room in which fifty or sixty men were sitting glancing over the newspapers or writ ing a last letter before they went to he'd They were grouped at one of several long tables that ran down the length of the room or assembled round huge iron stove whose fat body was almost red hot
 As Bill easily leaned his elbows on a narrow shelf in front of the office grating, explaining his errand to the manager, LoYeland wished himself back in the park again, half drowned in perfumed moony vapor, but it was too late. He was ''in for it'' now, he said to himself as Bill with a certain pride announced that This friend" wanted room. "A bed for mine,' he went on pleasantly. 'fI'd be glad of S1, if it's free. I always sleep mighty well in 81.''
 Eighty-one was engaged; but Bill got another number to which he was ac- custoned, and then his friends name was asked
 Anything you like up to Edward VII. or down to J. Smith," whispered MT Willing as he moved away that , Loveland might take his place at the grating
 Lovelandd, Iihesitatefd1, 4, fer an instant and then gave the name of P. Gordon, one to which he had a right, among many others
 As Bill was competent to play host they were given their keys and allow ed to find their own way to their quar- ters. Loveland's number was on the next floor, but BnPs cheaper lodging was higher up.
 The cubicies were not numerous, for such accommodation de luxe was be yond the means. beyond even the am- bition of hundred out of the 160 nondescrfpt men whom the Bat hotel sheltered each night The row (called Fifth avenue by those who could not afford to sleep there) was partition ed off from a long room the size of the reading room below, but here, instead of tables and benches running along the walls, were beds, many beds, plac- ed at small. irregular distances from each other. A faint light revealed them and the straight dark shapes of the lockers shared. half and half, by the sleepers whom Loveland could dimly see hunched up under their gray blankets.
 Bill unlocked the door of Loxeland's cubicle for him. This is pretty com plete, ain't it Y' he asked in a whisper which respected the slumber of others. -.The beds are good enough for mine, but these rooms are fit for lord"
 It was much humbled lord who shut himself up in the boasted mag oA h: