The Washington times., 1914-01-08
CHAPTER Xxx.

EERARD stood on the pavement
l. and looked about him uncer-
tainIy. He could not see the
number OF any one of the
houses, but he knew he was near il,
because lower down he had seen $50
over a door.
\ strident. ear-splitting voice broke
out behind him: Ere y are! Fine
ripe bannarners! Bloods three er penny.
Ere v are! The latest in nuts. 'Ow
about them things on his lilly feet,
Jim?'' The voice dropped to what was
supposed TO be a confidential murmur
to the mans assistant.
"Ho! Ny" said the other. Looks
e if ed escaped from the London Scot
Jish, don't he:'
Every word OF these references TO his
white spats reached Everard. and he
smiled and turned round to the two
Iruit-sellers. 1t was about z o'clock in
the evening and trade is always brisk
at that hour in Brewer street.
Not only is the British working man
q considerable fruit eater-it is cheap
and fills the stomach-but the stage
hands from the many theaters, which
can be reached by two minutes of back
ElECCtSp ID q SANC-4S4FS pau OAio ~ tls'-
line of barrows which decorate the
gutter for some hundreds OF yards.
Can you tell ne" said Everard.
where No. 200 is?''
The two men pecred up at him Gu
Tiously. They were sturdy and broad
Ehouldered and wore coiored handker-
chiefes around their necks, folded in
some tricky way and stuck with n
raudy pin. \ greasy and elaborate
cuff of hair cured up from under tie
peaks Of their CAPS.
Two hundred? 30 you know, Jim %
Jim looked down the street thought
1Illy. Two 'uudred,' he echoed. Yes,
ICs Ere Governor" He stepped I'D
On the pavement caught hold of Ever
ards arm and pulled him a little nearer
the barrow.
Sec that there German bIoke down
there wiv a cigarette leaning agin the
door post? That's two hundred"
see" said Lverard. Thanks, very
mitch There was a moments pause.
You might set yourself A drink"
The light was fast fading and the dif-
fcrent fruits on the barrOws made great
SJlaShes of color in the sOmberness of
tho crowded pavemcnts. Everard made
Ills way among shrill-yOiced foreign
rhiIdren. capless and dirty. who cried
ont in polyglot tongues as they bounced
Of the legs Of passers-by and were
ErOwled at by tired WOrkmen SlOuchinS
Heavily along, beer can in hand and
yitJLerated shrilly by slatternly women
IS hose long hands Clasped the folds Of
their shawls to their breasts.
All the while the cOsteTs at the bar
rows oUtcried each other like cocks
LassinE the word along from farmyaTd
70 farmyard. Already one or two paraf-
I'm flares had been lit, and the strong
Icek Of their smoke OveTpoWered the
E-le!l of fruit. The narrow passage in
the road between lines OF barrOws was
hlled with those who wished to get
along more quickly than ii was possible
o. do by going on the path.
The changing bells Of tricycle. carriers
and the hoarse calls of the carts which
forged way al a foot pace against the
stream Of humanity added only one
other note TO he music Of this street
To Ruddy il was music. He often
opened his window and looked down
and listened 70 a. 1t was the fierce
music OF moil and toll and struggling
y9yerty, of keeping body and soul to-
%ether. He heard the joy Of the fighter
m II, and the cry Of the one who goes
Under. Sometimes II stirred him, cgged
hlm on, encouraged him. Sometimes IL
made him feel helpless, hopeless, and
truly Insignificant, but that was only
when some Of his best work had been
broU ght back by the postman.
But TO Everard, as he came Up TO the
German In his shiTt sleeves, il had no
appeal, struck 10 chord in him. II was
just badly smelling slum, and he was
anxious to get out of it into civilization.
'Ts this two hundred?' he asked.
The German nodded and the cigarette
moved as though Of its own volition
from one side of his mouth to the other.
DO you know where Mr.. Laleham
"Tsh. down ss passage goI up ss