The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1911-04-30

5O YOU NE GO1Cst ~ NISIl 1SOlh ACNA'
say 1 owe you money it goes. Here's
a hundred, and | wish you luck"
The debt was in reality somewhat
larger, but Sanderson took the money
gratefully. He had never expected to
see it.
During the past three years he had
favored the metropolis with only an
occasional brief visit, and he had never
been well known there. So he had no
fears and strolled about with freedom
after enjoying a good breakfast. To-
ward 1 o'clock he looked in at fash
ionable jewelers. on Fifth avenue with
no definite intent, but merely to take a
chance if one should Offer and there
he saw a brisk, CHEEKY young man buy
a beautiful diamond brooch.
The purchaser was one of those care
free, happy-go-Iucky fellows who would
as soon carry $4,000 worth of diamonds
In an overcoat pocket as anywhere else,
and Sanderson was naturally interest
ed. Sure enough, the brooch went into
the overcoat pocket, but unluckily the
day was chilly, and the young man was
no stickler for the niceties of formal
behavior. Although he carried cane,
he thrust both hands into his pockets,
the cane standing straight up behind
his shoulder.
This was disappointing, but of course
the young man would have to take his
hands out of his pockets eventually,
and Sanderson followed along, nourish
ing brilliant hopes. Thus they walked
up the avenue until they came to a
florists shop, which they entered. The
man with the diamonds used a tele-
phone which was standing open upon
counter. Sanderson bought So worth
of violets and heard the near end Of the
conversation.
"HelIow said the young man. ''Is
that 1905 Thirty eighth" Apparently
it was "This is Mr.. Hazard. l want
to talk with your manager" What
about? The manager would know.
Very well. A, pause. "Is that the
manager2 / am Mr. Hazard. Have
you picked out my boy?" Seemingly he
had. "He must be smart, good look
ing boy. You understand, with new
uniform and everything first class"
The response seemed to satisfy Mr..
Hazard. "All right. Send him to my
rooms. Let him bring his bag with
him. He's to go on the limited this
afternoon. AS for his honesty, you're
responsible Of course Very well. Good
by"
Mr. Hazard hung up the telephone,
paid for its use and departed, with
Mr.. Sanderson still in his wake.
Here fell in a piece of bad luck. Mr..
Hazard lodged at club. Any other
domicile for bachelors Mr.. Sanderson
would have found some excuse to en-
ter, but questions in club are too def
mite. He waited outside. However,
there should be no difficulty in identi-
flying a good looking messenger boy
in a new uniform and carrying a bag.
Within half an hour the boy appear
ed. There could be no doubt about
him. He was the pick Of 10000 for
such a job. Mr.. Sanderson knew that
if it were himself that was sending
beautiful diamond brooch to a sweet
heart somewhere on the route of the
afternoon limited express he would not
ask better messenger A clean built,
full chested boy, fifteen years old or
thereabouts, with bright blue eyes. a
bold nose, a clear skin and square
jaw, this youngsters ooked quite capa-
bic of defending the brooch against the
wiles of Satan.
'I'I have no easy time with you,
Billy Boidface," said sanderson to him
self.
This conviction was strengthened
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