The Alaska citizen., 1913-11-24

oGfense, Yet one hy one these pa irons had turned up to accuse hm Who were they? What was their quarrel with him that he should be | bounded s) relentlessly?
 In time he found another position. Aloysius was slipping down the lad der fast by this time, and even short-order house was not to be despised. He hustled steaks and chops from morning until night. ac. cepted ten-cent tips without turning up his nose, and in his rare intervals of leisure wondered if this could really be the same man who had ence been aclled the best waiter in the Metropolitan Grill.
 In the meantime the Bantams went on the road, and the ball park was empty for one entire month When the team returned Aloysius secured an afternoon off, and the first voice which lifted in greeting was the below of the Bull Mo SC. This time there was vitriol under Aloysius' tongue. He knew the difference be. tween a fancied grievance and d real grudge against fate. and 1t showed in the outpouring of his wrath against society in general and ball players in particular. Had he known the inside story of his downfall. Al. oysius could not have been m re in sulting and bitter.
 T guess we'll have to look this fellow up again and put the roller skates under him." said Gildersleeve.
 Lenny can find out where he's working"
 Three days afterward the shor.. order house dispensed twin Reagan's services. He had engaged in a fist fight with customer who accused him of holding out thirty cents in change-and that customer was Andy Anderson.
 During the entire month of Sep tember Aloysius was out of work. Several times he considered leaving the city, but he was never able to bring himself to the point Of do- ing so. There was a streak of the bulldog in Reagan.
 Never let 1t be said that you quit" was the mstto he chose for himself
 So he lived upon his savings. growing more bitter with each out going dollar. The Bantams finish ed their last home series. untroubled by the voice of the Moose A man who earns nothing and lives upon shoe string cannot afford to pay out fifty cents a day for the prvi- lege of remaing public character.
 The Bantams dressing after the last game of the season. chuckled over the downfall of their persecu.or.
 We got him all right" they said. Pity it couldn't be tipped off to him how 1t happened"
 But fate was already arranging this matter. That very night the owner of the club gave his play CTS banquet at the old Union Ho- tel. The manager, finding himself short of walters at the last minute. sent out a hurry call, and Alloys us, reduced to one-night stands. was grateful for two-dollar job.
 Get move on you." sad the captain in charge of the banquet ar engagements, The soup is just going in. Grab tray and get in line."
 What kind of show is this to- night?" he inquired of a veteran be, side him.
 Stag party" said the man It's the ball players banquet They come here every year at the end of the sea son. Last time they left twenty five dollars on the table to be cut up among us. Good bunch"
 Must bel" said Aloysius absent ly. He was thinking of time when he had amused himself with these same ball players; made them jump to the lash of his tongue; time when for a short space he had been king of the bleachers and dubbed In the paper the Bull Moose It seemed very long ago
 The captain clapped his hands soft ly. and the line moved forward through an open door into the ban quet hall. Aloysius, treading softly with an eye upon the nearturtle soup, did not catch a glimpse of the guests at table until he was we'll into the room.
 Suddenly a face leaped cut at him, and recognition came with all the force of an unexpected blow. It was the face of the man who had started the entire campaign of persecution the man of the Martini cocktails and the steak! Aloysius hesitated, and his eyes travelled down the long table, mental shocks coming at the rate of ten a second There they were every last one of his persecu- tors! There were the men who had destroyed his reputation. and he had