The evening world., 1913-07-12

tictan, ana ne nd not know chat Lent
was breaking up physioiogicaiiy IN his
system.
Mrs. McQuirk he'd spoken Of spring.
Bcepticaiiy Tiger" looked about him for
signs. Few they were. The organ grind
srs were at work; but they were always
prscocious harbinGers. 1t waA near
enough spring for them to 20 penny
hunsinG when the skating ball dropped
q the park. In ths miIiinsrs' windows
Easter hats. grave. Say and jubilant.
biossomed. There were green patches
among the sidewalk debrts Of che
grooers.
On q third story windowsili the first
elbow cushion Of the scason-old gold
stripes on a crimson ground-supportod
the kimonosd arms of . pensive brunette.
The wind blew cold from The East River.
but <hs sparrows were hyng TO tho
saves with suaws. A second hand
store, combining foresight with faith.
had sst out an leo ohsst and baseball
goods.
Ana then Tigers" eye. discrsditing
these sisns. foil upon one that bore .
bud pf promise. From . bright. ne~
utho6raph the head Of Capricornus con-
frontsd him. estoksning the forward
and hsady brew.
Mr.. Nc0uirk entered the saloon and
caysd for his glass Of book. He threw
his nickel on the bar. raised the glass.
act II down without tasting Il and
stroiisd toward the door.
'Wers the matter. LORD Bolinbroksr'
inquired tho sarcastic bartender;
want Q chiny vase or . goid-lned
epersns to drink It out of--heyf"
Say" said Mr.. McQuirk. wheeling
and shooting out . horisontal hand and
. forty-,ve-degree chin. "you know
your place only when II comes for
swim titles. I've changed me mind
shout drinkin'--sss7 You sot your
money. amt your Walt Till you set
stunE bsfors you set the droop to your
lip. will your
Thus Mr. Ncouirk added mutabiuty OF
desires TO the stranSs humors that
hsA taken possession Of him.
Leaving the saloon. he walked away
twenty steps and leaned In the open
doorway Of Luts. the barber. He and
Luts were friends. masking thcir senti-
ments behind abuse and bludgeons Of
rspartss.
Irish ioafsr." roared Luts, now do
yeu dof 30. not yet haf der boiicemans
Or der catcher Of dogs done dsir dutyv'
"Hslle. Dutoh." said Mr.. McQuirk.
Cant set your mind on Of frankfurt
ere. can your
"Bah!" exclaimed the German. coming
and leaning In the door. II haf q
soul above frankfurters to-day. Dsrs
10 sprinEttme in der air. I can feel II
coming In ofsr der mud of der strssti
and das Ice In der river. Soon viii
dsrs bs bicnios In der islands. NIT ksgi
Of beer under der trees"
Say" said Mr. Ncouirk. setting Ms
hat on one side. rs every body kiddin'
me about gentle sprinsf There ain't
any more spring In the air than there
10 In . horsehair sofa in Second ave.
aue furnished room. For me the win.
ter underwear yet and the buckwhe
cakes"
You haf no boetry." said Luts.
True. Il 10 yet cold. und In der cit,
We haf not many Of der signs: but ders
arc dree kinds OF beoble dot should
always feel der approach Of spring nrst
i-dsy are bosts. lovers and poor
Widows"
NJ. NcQuirk went on his way. stilI
possessed by the strange perturba tior
that he d.d not understand. Something
was lacking TO his comfort. and Il made
him half anEry because he did no,
know what II was.
Two blocks away he came upon Z
foe. one Conovsr. whom. he was bound
In honor to enEaEe In combat
Mr.. McQuirk made the attack wttI