Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-01-24

Richards eyes could have kept Broad
way at that instant from casting all
his worthy resolutions to the winds.
selling to the trust and searching out
Bible upon which to swear that he
never again would set foot in Jones'
vile. But he did remember Josie's
eyes, and 30 began to hammer on the
door.
After quarter of an hour of steady
hammering, some shouting and little
whfsthng, he was rewarded by a sleepy
and nl-tempered voice from slowly
opened window.
Heavens! Was his window closed!
And yet that snore got out to us!"
1T sawed it's way out" Bob suggest
ed
We'll, what ye want?" the angry
voice inquired.
Want to get in"
"At this time the night?"
Sure. It's always night before we
ever want to go to bed"
WELL the Grand hotel, it don't think
much of folks that stays out all night
long, I'll tell you that!" the clerk ex-
claimed, as he came down In bright
red flannels (and not much of that) to
let them in.
All night long!"
Amt it quarter after 'leven?"
After telephoning Rankin (much to
the clerks disgust) to hurry to Con-
necttcut by the first train in the morn
Ing. with well-packed bags, the two
friends crept upstairs, abashed.
The clerk scorned such menial
service as attending them, and, in the
excitement left from the rebuke he had
received, Wallace stumbled into the
wrong room. All doors were partly
open, for the night was warm, and no
one feared the midnight interloper,
there in innocent and simple Jones.
Vile. -,
Fortunately the moonlight fell upon
the bed, and warned him, otherwise
there might have been a scandal in
Gum Village, in which case the com.
plainant Che felt certain from that hur-
ried glimpse) would have been a sylph
OF close upon two hundred aud fifty
pounds.
wallace made an effort to sit up
and discuss things further with Broad.
way, who seemed to be entirely awake,
though dreamy in a strange, unwonted
way, but there were two arguments
against this, the first that gnats and
moths swarmed merrify in as soon as
the oil lamp was lighted, bringing with
them more than one mosquito, the sec.
ond being that he was worn out after
long day full of various excitements.
I'm. going to bed" he finally de-
cided.
BEST place for you. Bob, this time
OF night. Folks who sit up '"'
"Oh. shut UP! Good night"
Good night. See you in the morn.
ing"
Now, why" asked Wallace, after he
had left his friend, "did that boy seem
SO glad to have me go to bed? He act.
ed just as IL he wanted to kneel down
and pray, but couldn't while a vulgar
herd like me was looking on. Now,
what the devili"
He got into bed.
Broadway did not go to bed. Instead
he found pen and ink and some OF
the soft, spongy hotel stationery in a
drawer OF, the bare washstand. He be-
gan work with them slowly, painfully.
The pen soon failing, he dug from a
corner OF pocket in his vest the pen.
Gil Of which he had been so proud
when Pembroke had called on him,
and continued. After an hours hard
labor for his brain, the pencil, the soft
paper and the tongue which he contin.
ually thrust into his cheek, he had
completed what he thought a master
piece. He was not sure whether he
would speak it, the next day, to Josie,
by herself, or to the assembled multi.
tude of the mills employees, but he was
certain 1t was great.
Having written it he spent another
hour in carefully committing 1t to
memory (or SO he fondly thought) and
then got into bed.
An hour later he tried to sleep the
night out sitting up for the bed was