The evening world., 1911-09-13

he was the ~Margrave--the Caliph-the
Prince OF Bohemla-golng about the city
IN search of the odd, the mysterious,
the inexplicable. the reconcile.
One night at 9. at which hour the
restaurant closed. Quigg set forth upon
his quest. There was a mlngllng of
the foreign. the military and the artistic
In his appearance as he buttoned his
coat high up under his short-trimmed
brown and gray beard and turned west
ward toward the more central life con-
duits of the city. In his pocket he had
stored an assortment OF cards. written
upon. without which he never stirred
out of doors.
Each OF those cards was good at his
" restaurant for Its face value. Some
called simply FOR a bowl Of soup or
sandwiches and coffee. others entitled
their bearer to one, two. three or more
days OF full meals: q few were for sim
gle regular meals; a very few were. In
effect, meal tickets good for a week.
OF riches and power Margrave Ouigg
had none. but he had n Caliph's neart-
II may be forgiven him II his head fell
short of the measure OF Harun Al Ras-
hid's. Perhaps some of the gold pieces
In Bagdad had put less warmth and
hope into the c~omplainants among the
bazaars than had Quiss's beef stew
among the fishermen and o~nc-eycd
~calenders OF Manhattan.
Continuing his progress in search Of
romancc to divest him. or OF distress
that he might aid. Quigg became aware
of a fast-gatherlng crowd tina %whooped
and fought and edd!ed at a corner OF
Broadway and the crosstown street that
he was traverslng. HurryirR to the
spc; he beheld a young man OF an ex-
ceedlnglv melancholy and preoccupied
demeanor engaged In The pastime OF
casting silver money from his pockets
TO the middle OF the street.
With each motion OF the generous
ones hand the crowd huddled upon the
falling largesse with yells of Joy.
Traffic was suspended. A policeman In
the centre OF the mob stopped often to
the ground as he urged the b~lockaders
TO move on.
The Margravc saw at a glance that
here was food for his hunger after
knowledge concerning abnormal work.
ings' OF the human heart. He made his
way swiftly to the young mans side
and took his arm.
Come with me at once he said, in
the low but commanding voice that his
walters had learned to fear.
"Pinched." remarked the young man.
looking up at him with expressionless
eyes. Punched by a painless dentist.
Take me away. fatty. and give me gas.
Some lay eggs and some lay none.
When Is "A hen?"
Still deeply seized by some inward
grief. but tractable. he allowed Quigg
TO lead him away and down the street
TO a little park.
There. seated on n bench. he pom
whom a corne" of the great Caliph's
mantle has descended. spake with kind
ness aud discretion, seeking to know
what evil had come upon the othl.i,
disturbing his soul and driving him to
such ill-considered and ru!nou waste
OF his substance and store.
Il was doing the Monte Cristo act
as adapted by Pompton. y. j., wasn't
T." asked the young man
you were throwing small coin into
the street for the people TO scramble
after" said the Margrave.
That's II. You buy all tho beer YOU
an hold. and then you throw chicken
eed to - oh. curse that word chicken,
md hens, feathers, ROSTERS, eggs, and
everything connected with IT,"
Young STR" said the Margrave kind
~, but with dignity. though I do not
SIX your confidence. l invite It. | know
The world and I know humanity. Man
Is my study, though / do not eye him
rs the scientist eyes a beetle or as the
Dhilantlropist gazes Mt the objects OF
his bounty-through a veil of theory
md ignorance. 1t is my pleasure and
distraction to interest myself In the Pc
'uliar and complicated misfortunes that
lie In n great city visits upon my fell
.ow-men.
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