The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1911-01-03

be dead than in New York without
money"
Tom Wilson had been in New York
for more than six months. Now and
then his mother sent him few dol
lars; but, though Tom honestly tried
To find work. even abandoning tenn
porarily the notion of something Zig,
he had not been able TO earn a cent.
For three weeks Mrs. Bannan had
taken promises. grudgingly. Week by
week Tom had been shifted from room
to room
At last stage hand applied for the
tiny hall room which had been the
boys, and got it.
Weinstein's Promise Kept.
Lucy was ordered to put Toms eff
fects. now pitiful enough, into the par
Tor and TO make down" the folding
bed for him that night.
"Tll see him before he goes to bed,
said Mrs. Bannan. grimly. as she gave
this order "and II there amt some.
pin dom he'll go. This amt no ele-
mentary institution"
Mrs Bannan probably meant "elee-
mosynary."
AlttI lnuS uellNtIlHk utIStlli
went 60 her own chambers, apparelled
her ponderous person In new and
gorgeous dress, covered with bullying
silvered repousse work. and betook
herself with Mr.. Leitz TO the theater.
Weinstein had kept his promise. The
night was rainy and he had supplied
the tickets.
A few hours after Mrs. Bananas de-
parture. Lucy, attracted by the dulcet
strains OF melody. entered.
Miss Dunstain was busy with fingers
and voice. executing an astonishing
variety Of scales.
The room was Illuminated as for a
ball, and the maid, Mortified, proceed
ed silently to turn out the lights, one
by one, till only the one directly over
the piano remained, shedding fitful
light over the dinghy furnished room,
and the still more dingy portiere that
separated 1t from the back parlor, the
domain OF the saturnine Merkle.
Weinsteln Appears.
Miss Dunstan looked up irritably.
What are you doing, Lucy?' she de-
Miss Bannan don't like no gas goin'
after 10 o'clock" returned Lucy.
But must have some light to see
by" said Miss Dunstan.
Denis de rules, Miss Dunstan,
said Lucy, doggedly. you know how
she fuses when dey's broke
Seems to me I'm entitled to some
Miss Dunstan sulked,
Il pay my board regularly.
dnp't EpnU pntbip' 'hnut dat "
said Lucy. Il only knows what Is
told, an was told to fix de place fer
Mr.. Wilson 10 sleep an den put out
de lights"
She had been standing with her
back against the door, which now
was thrust open powerfully, admit
ting Mr.. Weinstein, who held in his
hand a copy OF a racing paper which
Circulates in the Tenderloin around
midnight
The Weinstein Way.
What's the natter" asked Vein !
stein, walking over to the piano lis |
Tie house pulled?'
Thank goodness you've come"
sighed Miss Dunstan. Perhaps you
can induce Lucy to go to bed and
mind her own business"
Lucy became righteously indignant
You don't spose Use been stayin'
up to hear de stuff what you've been
.earin' Off on dat piano."
"On your way, Salomy," said Vein
stein. cheerfully; you'll have to get
breakfast for us in little while The
hay for yours.
Oats de way wild white folks"
said Lucy, smiling: "dey don't ap.
preciate thing you do"
"Oh, buy yourself an automobile"
said Weinstein, handing her half
dollar
"Cose l didn't mean you, Mr. Vein
'tein,' Lucy was quick to explain.
If all the folks was like YOU
I'm strong for that disrobing act"
laid Weinstein, so go to it. I'll fix it
With mother"
Il hope you understand my posi-
ion," said Lucy, at the door. eff Miss
Canaan says anything mean to me
or this I'll just quit her fiat, 80
here"
And she faded like a ghost into the
lall.
Her Sympathy.
Miss Dunstan made haste TO re-
light the gas Jets.
I'm glad to see somebody with I'm.
she said, looking admir-.
ngly at the ticket speculator. Does
ny music annoy your"