The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1912-09-26
for somebody else to support besides

myselfY
"He's all got on hand les, now.
maam, the broker says, kind of ur-
gent an persuasivelike. But there's
more to this one than appears on the
surface-you can't always Judge by n
cats looks how far she can jump.
81 can says pretty sharp. I can
tell ev'ry time, an that there Teller
would never in kingdom come earn
his own salt. let alone mine
"At that ! marched right out of the
room an down the stairs an the brok.
er follered us most block sayin' he
was reel sorry 1t happened so, but IL
I'd come again In week he'd have a
larger stock for me to select from.
First | was SO mad at his tryin' to
work off damaged piece o. goods like
that on me that i thought wouldn't
go next nor nigh him, but ten dollars
paid in advance is a lot O money to
throw away for nothin and when Sat-
day came round | went back.
Il had my pick of more'n a dozen
that time but didn't have no difficult
ty in maxim a choice for, if | do say
1t, I'm pretty good judge O men"
BE careful, Miss Ransom, don't
step on that coat. Hobo don't let no.
body but me touch it. Tim was a
track walker" she explained in re-
Spouse to Elinor's inquirng look, IAN
he got killed pullin Hobo out from
under the wheels of an ingine. You
never see a dog take on the way that
one did. He was jest wild till | gave
him that old brown coat O Tins to
lay on"
ooh, the dear, faithful little fellow"
the girl cried. "Oh, Mrs. Pickens,
when | see how loyal, how true to
their best instincts a dumb brute can
be it makes me ashamed of myself
and my kind!'
Mrs. Pickens looked puzzled and
trifle puzzled We'll, | dunno" she
said slowly. ut seems as if it would
show more sense if Hobo d stay with
some O. them fellers that treat him so
well instead o. comm back here to be
kicked round by Pickens when he gifts
drunk, jest for the sake of lynn on
that old coat"
why, Mrs Pickens, you don't mean
to tell me that Mr.. Pickens gets-er-
that he drinks," exclaimed Elinor.
Then you can't be such a good Judge
of men after al"
81 don't know why not" Mrs. Pick
ems retorted. "Pickens is a money
maker an that's what was loolln, for.
Them politicians says he's the man for
their money that he can deliver the
goods. Pickens may git drunk once
in a while, an he may not be what
you'd call honest. but for my part
call Pickens a good bargain"
"But your first husband must have
been so different" Elinor faltered.
glancing at the portrait above her
head. "He looks so kind and-and
honest"
''He was" Mrs. Pickens confessed,
wistful shadow creeping over her com
placent red face. "Pickens makes a
sight most money, for Tim want prac-
tical-youd know that by his losin'
his own life tryin' to save a dogs"
There was a determined tilt to Eli
nor Ransom's softly rounded chin as
she went down the steps of the tene-
ment house moment later. A man
twice her age with tell-tale lines about
his mouth and pouches under his wa
terry gray eyes, hurriedly advanced to
meet her, tossing away as he did so
an oily, black cigar
Here you are at last" he said.
What the devil are you carrying that
bundle for?, told you to pay the
woman what you owed her and say
goodbye to her since you insisted
upon it, but your things aren't worth
bothering with. You've been down on
your luck so long that your clothes
are about all in. But we'll fix all
that. little girl" he added graciously,
ner that was even more unpleasant
than his anger. "There'll be plenty
of time, after we have been to the
minister, to drive to one of the de-
partment stores and fit you out to be
a credit to me before our train
leaves"
I'm not going with you, Mr.. Archer
Il cant marry you," the girl said.
Il suppose you want little more
coaxing," he said sullenly, "but, my
girl. you've kept me dangling after
you long enough" he exploded, laying
a heavy hand on her arm. Come
with me now, Einor, and for the rest
Of your life you will get the fine
clothes, and the jewels and the pet
ting that every pretty woman wants,
bat I'll never give you another chance
to make fool of me--once for all, Is
1t yes or no?'
ut is mono! mol" Elinor cried,
pulling away from the touch OF his
hands
He turned away and left her with
muttered curse, but Elinor Ransom,
trudging along the hot pavement in
haling the dust and edor left in the
trail Of the big car, felt curiously
light-hearted Turning the corner she
almost ran into a shabby, broad .shoul-
dered young man. whose whole face
lighted at the sight of the slim girl
with the big bundle
Let me carry that for you, Miss
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