Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1910-11-25

els ana lmpotent cooking nuie coppers.
The prospect appeared hopeless 70 him,
but Willing exclaimed with delight
"Gee-45 cents. You're bloated mil
lionaire. You might he 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 LoveIand
"Thank you. You're the real stuff"
returned Bill. gratitude in his voice.
"But I'm o. X. where | am. You stick
to your stamps. know just how you
feel. I'm always chuckin' my last
cent away on some poor dicky bird.
thinkin' twill be all right tomorrow
and what's the Odds"
"What about food?' asked Loyeland.
"Can we run to it," and he glanced at
the coins In his hand.
Keep the change Well 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 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. 1t
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 90 ''un-
less" added Mr.. Willing. you're
afraid some O. your swell friends may
spot YOU"
1t 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
be emerged from behind the purple
bed curtain of the sleeping park. there
was no sign that less secluded quar-
tiers of the city thought of sleep.
In the glass sided palace OF the
Herald tomorrow mornings paper was
visibly going to press. There was
q chewing rumble of huge printing
machines. and from somewhere out OF
sight Of the bronze OWLS staring cleo
trio eyes sprang covered wagons load
ed with up state" editions. which
must catch early trains. Newsboys
were yelling extras. trying to howl
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 We're nearly
the last In long procession OF appi-
cants for newspaper hospitality. and
for the first time in his life Lord Love-
land found himself among the dregs
Of humanity. learning what 1t might be
to suffer as they suffered. they who
seethed in the caldron Of the worlds
misery.
'They think you're some fly reporter
takin' notes or a swell dom the night
sights" said Bill. "They don't like