The Huttig news., 1914-01-24

Olng men lose track O1 things some times. I've known it to occur before"
 Jackson scarcely saw Broadway when he went out of the gray build ing, and it was the first time he had ever trodden Broadway without see ing and admiring it.
 Hello, Broadway!" cried a merry voice from just beyond the curb. It was a blonde voice, and issued from natty little motor car with a sedan chair top. Broadway had bought that motor car and given it to the blonde voice. Let me put you down some where?'
 Tin not feeling very fit. You might take me to the morgue'
 Jump in; we'll make it the Knick- erbocker"
 But the Knickerbocker had no charms for Broadway at that mo ment. He made his stay as brief as possible in the bright restaurant.
 .'Dolie dasing,' he said gleomily. 'l don't need restaurant, today; I need a hospital. How would you like me, Dollie. honestly. if l was broke?"
 You? Broke2' She laughed.
 No; seriously. How would you like me-"
 It's nonsense; but you know what Shanley does to broken dishes"
 The ash can. Eh?''
 Tt wouldn't be, for you, of course; but-what's the use of being Mir. Grump? Brace up? Come on up to ChurchilPs and we'll drinky-drink it outy-out."
 But Broadway would have none of such a plan as that He went to his apartment, and, rummaging in every drawer and pocket, collected every bill which he could find. There were hundred of them, ranging in all sorts of figures and for all sorts of articles, from diamonds to gasoline, from chsrity to faro. The arrival of the sympathetic Rankin, who believed his master had headache, with a note from Mrs. Gerard. interrupted the bookkeeping which, for the first time in his life, Broadway had begun It had not been encouraging. as far as he had gone
 He read the note and found it to be all invitation. Deciding to accept it, he decided, also. that 1t must be the last one of the sort he must accept It had become intensely plain to him that now had come the time when he must cease his gaieties and find more money
 He was gloomy figure at the feast that night and his gloom grew with every aged smile which Mrs. Gerard cast in his direction. It was plain enough to him, to everyone that this exceedingly rich lady. of uncertain age, regarded him with very friendly eyes. She even sometimes called him Jack son After the dinner he took Robert Wallace downtown with him in his sixty horsepower touring car.
 Mrs. Gerard" he ventured, seems wel-preserved old-er-I mean that she seems well preserved"
 Well canned, you mean said Wal i lace. But too much chemical preserv- atfve in females is as dangerous as II is in food. How did We happen to 20 there tonight? You roped me into 1 that. Broadway You didn't tell mo where you meant to take me. You merely said we'd go to dinner with some friends of yours''
 Well. she's friend of mine." Broadway defended rather hotly. An idea. so terrible that it was fascinat- ing. had occurred to him.
 She might have gone to school with your grandmother. It makes me sick to see her ogle you. think she wants to marry you.
 Broadway burst into a laugh which he was well aware was quite too loud, too cackly and too hollow; he feared acutely that his friend would recognize it's falseness
 ITO marry mel Ho, ho!" Instantly his manner changed "But I don't like the way you speak about her, Bob. Remember-we have just enjoyed her hospitality"
 Enjoyed it, Speak for yourself, old mani Ii 1 had known where you were going, do you suppose l would have gone with you? can meet grand mothers schoolmates at the Old La dies home. I don't have to go to din. ne with them.'
 Now. Bob,''
 Wallace burst into a laugh. q be- lieve it is pure charity" he guessed. You are irving to make others happy You smile on her as you would throw dollar into Salvation Army cash pot around Christmas time"
 Bob, I'm thinking about getting married
 His friend sat straight and looked at him in dumb amazement for a second. Married? And is grandma in some aay related to the bride who may be-"
 Bob. l need-f
 He stepped Almost he had told his riend he needed money; but he had 1ot the courage. To confess poverty >n Broadway is like confessing mur. Ter in a church.
 Need what"
 "A rest I'm going to-e--take some sort Of vacation. Don't know what Maybe back to the old home Anyway, i. ou won't see me around foi oLitp A little while v