Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-07-05
copyrlght. The BobbsMerrili Company.


amounted to a declaration; and to
declare his feelings for Betsy-Bar-
bara was leagues beyond his present
courage.
"oh," he said. carelessly, desper-
ately, 81 got jolt. That's all. And
I took it out in BOOZE"
you've told me-" said Betsy-Bar-
bara, that you don't like the taste
of the stuff. That's why you drink,
then-to console yourself when you're
in trouble? Doesn't that show rather
poor courage?"
Perhaps"
Now, I'm in trouble. And Con-
stance-Mrs Hanska-is in deep,
deep trouble, Suppose we drank
every time 1t hurt! I don't believe
you know what real trouble is-even
| If you were arrested unjustly."
"Well, it isn't always that"
mo; you told me the other night
1t was because you hadn't anything
better to do. Mr. North" she added,
suddenly lifting her blue eyes to his,
''your need is something else to do.
You're out of job. How many jobs
have you had since you came toNew
York;
By now they had crossed Twenty
eighth street, and reached the whirl
and glitter of morning on Fifth ave-
nue.. Already the morning crowd of
shoppers, women of the exclusive
class who scorn the gayer but cheaper
afternoon parade, debated before
shop windows or held social inter-
course at corners. On the pavement
ment the procession of coaches and
motors was beginning. Already the
stalwart, soldierly, traffic squad po-
licemen were opening lanes for pedes-
TRANS with waves of their white
gloved hands. The windows, each an
artistic creation, blossomed with the
richest goods Of the five continents.
1t was all alive, beautiful,A and--most
of all to the country observation of
Betsy Reimbursement. 1t was made
for the temptation of woman. AS
Tommy North talked, Betsy-Bar-
bara's eye Travelled to this lovely
frock, that alluring window. Still,
after the universal habit of her sex,
she kept her mind on the main SUBJ
ject, in spite of these distractions of
the eye. The inner part of her was
listening and following. Yet the gay
parade, the autumn touch in the air,
obviously raised her spirits obviously
put her in mood to regard Tommy's
derelictions tenderly, even humor-
ously.
II came here to found great COM
mercial career-as bill-c1erk in a
produce house." he said THAT job
lasted three months-as long as the
concern did. Then I accepted slight
weekly emolument from a banker.
At least, that was what he called
himself. When I found that he
was getting three hundred per cent.
from advances on salary, I sepa-
rated myself from that position
just in time to keep out of
the Tombs. Then I consented to lend
my trained financial mind to the
operations of the Silver Chain Mining
Company. We had an office that
looked like Buckingham palace-rich
but not gaudy. There was an Andrea
del Sarto effect in wallpaper over my
desk, and at my right hand an onyx
mantel containing a bull in pure coin
silver. which was a hint of what
we intended to do to the market.
There. when l was not composing
great works of imaginative fiction for
country investors I used to sit and
dream of great projects for the bot
terment of the human racial from
my profits. But one day while l was
writing q letter-we were short of
stenographers-in comes a coarse,
piratical country employee and
snakes the typewriter from under my
fingers and the desk from under the
typewriter and the rug from under the
desk. and wraps them all around the
cashiers cage and goes away. Then
I went into a brokers' office. selling
bonds. l was there four months"
He hesitated.
And what was the trouble there?"
inquired Betsy Barbara, turning
from a Partisan hobble to regard
him severely.
We'll" answered Tommy, you
see, three or four of us went to din
ner one night at place where the
turkey-trot Is danced between
courses. When we came out it
pleased us to ride to Rector's in q
butcher wagon. Highly original-oh,
yes-and pleased every one except
our boss. who was entering from his
own machine at the same moment.
Next morning they passed me my
pay on the end of curtain pole.
About that time cabaret offered me
a regular job to turkey-trot, but
passed that up. I believe in remain
| ing an amateur, in keeping my art
separate from vulgar commerce. So
I became chauffeur to an elevator.
The starter found, after two weeks,
that was temperamental. Sterling
personal reliability is more useful in
running an elevator than tempera-
| went. So when they chased me from