Arizona republican., 1911-07-29
The Little
 Green Bird
By William Holloway. Copyright 1910 by The Pearson Pub fishing Company.

Maybe we can get that twenty out
 of the shop here" he suggested. c
 The little Frenchman quickly unde-
 ceived him. This ain't Jules's place;
 it never was. I was goin' 10 sell it to
 heem, but he never pay me. He
 worked here, of course, and everybody
 thought the place was his" Just now
 he came to borrow money to go to
 Paris. and I trun heem down"
 Marston's face clouded; he hated scenes. but Marie must know.
 Jules" he said with scowl. Jules France; and he waved his hand to
 indicate a distance.
 Marie stood looking oddly at Mars
 ton, her dark eyes sparkling. She
 raised her forearm, and pointed to the
 marks of Jules's fingers. Jules!
 Pouf!" she cried.
 Marston gave his nose a final mop
 ping and stood up. He put out his
 hand, and in the most casual manner
 in the world Marie clasped 1t in her
 own warm little palm. And together
 the two went out into the sunshine.
 It Is wonderful what an animated
 conversation can be carried on by two
 people entirely ignorant of each others
 language. They loitered up Seventh
 Avenue in the happiest possible fash
 ion, until at a certain corner Marston
 stopped short and motioned her back in the direction they had come. Marie faced about abruptly, and gave
 a little tug at his hand; but find
 ing that he remained standing, she shrugged her shoulders. held up three fingers in reminder, smiled brightly, and strolled of down the avenue, in the direction of the "Maison Per
 dreaux." while Marston turned about | to watch Jules.
 He was still in front of the saloon | from which Marston had moment be- fore seen him emerge. He was looking | in:entiy on the sidewalk, as If in ! thought. Presently he raised his head l and took one or two hesitating steps l In the direction of Marston's corner. f.e took two steps to be exact But | in that brief space of time Marston | came to the conclusion that he had no more sympathy for the heroes of | the prize-rlng Boxing, he decided, as | he looked about for an opportunity 10
 escape. has. been greatly overpraised | as a means of pleasure.
 In another minute Jules had swung about and was on his way eastward,
 his tall figure towering above the | crowd And at a safe distance behind l followed Marston.
 Any day in the week you may ob- serve a pedestrian narrowly escape de- | struction from a speeding motor. If | your ears have been immune to in- vlgorating language, you have prob | ably seen the pedestrian gaze earnestly at the motor until 1t was out of sight. | The same principle caused Marston to | follow the man who had damaged his nose and otherwise altered the con- tour of his face: that and little underground desire to look out for Marie.
 The pursuit led eastward across | Broadway and then up Madison Ave
 nue, when quite suddenly the tall gray figure vanished from the sidewalk. Marston rubbed his eyes 10 make sure they had not deceived him. There
 was no manhole open, and they were in the middle of the block. He rubbed his eyes again and caught sight of the gray figure where he least expected to
 see fiat the door of a high-stooped
 mansion of imposing appearance.
 Even as he looked the door opened
 and the gray figure disappeared within.
 He walked mechanically to the foot
 of the steps and surveyed the front of the mansion; he was still staring at it when the door opened and a serv- ant appeared on the stoop.
 Who was the gentleman who had just gone in? It was nobody's busi
 ness, but 1t was Count de Charnise. Yes, this was Mir. George Drayton's. And, FIT will h'answer no more ques- tions," declared the footman surlily. "The master 'as guy h'orders h'against hit" Half an hour later a disreputable looking man with a swollen nose and a discolored face gained entrance to Mir. Drayton's office. It had required the running of endless gauntlets, and at last a note in sealed envelope that had made a private secretary gnash his teeth with impotent curiosity. But finally it was over, and Marston en- tered
 The great merchant looked up curl ously. "Who are you and what do you mean by that note?'
 "I was getting twelve a week at OLeary's," Marston began. "I had row and left there. I would like a superintendent job. but I'm willing to start as a deputy. If you give me a chance to work up."
 You're drunk" declared the great man, reaching for the bell.
 "Am IT. asked Marston 'I'm the most practical man fin New York. I wouldn't read line of poetry if you bribed me. Now listen, before you touch that bell"
 The great man listened. and far away on another street little green bird preened it's bedraggled feathers. quite unconscious that It's prophecy had come true. For Marston as a re- suit of his news became first deputy, then full superintendent.' And then, fearful lest he should become too rich. he betook himself to the City Hall and legally qualified for the privilege of paying for Marie's hobble skirts. But