Polk County news-gazette. (Benton, Tenn.) 190?-191?, 1914-01-08

mat. never smiled, always said Yes
sir" and thank you, sir, whenever
there was room for these impressive
words. was ready to be measured for
as many suits of livery as had been
/ ordered for the chauffeur and assured
his new employer that it would give
him pleasure both to find and furnish
an apartment for him.
when will you have it ready for
me?"
Tomorrow morning, sir"
Then you know what apartment
you are going to take?"
Not yet. sir. Breakfast at, say
ten sir?"
Rankin. you will do. Make it elev-
en-. Engage a cook and second-man.
Il have already telephoned for them
sir"
Il have raised your wages, Rankin
for long and faithful service. Let me
! see-you've been with me forty min
utes. See to it that you do as well
in future"
Il shall, sir; and l hope you'll do
the same, sir"
Find Mr.. Robert Wallace in the tel
ephone book. He's in the advertising
business"
A moment later Rankin turned back
from the little table at the side OF the
large parlor which supplied headquar-
tiers for the ex-Jonesvillian for the
time being. 81 have him on the wire,
sir"
I'll talk to him"
Broadway took the telephone re-
ceiver from his buffers hand and cried
into the mouthpiece: Hello. Is that
you, Robert Wallace? Well
this is Jackson Jones. YES
the same you met in Jonesville when
they pinched you, that reckless night
when you were driving at four miles
an hour. No; I've come down
to stay. I'm asking you to dine with
me tomorrow evening. 1. Can you
come? Good. I'll telephone
again, or have my butler telephone
and let you know just where. =
All right, Fine! Goodby."
Robert Wallace was his guide, his
mentor and his friend for some four
weeks. After that he was his friend
and mentor, but resigned as guide, for
Broadway took the reins. He mad
passion and a genius for investigating
metropolitan affairs Of lightsome ma
ture. The business marts OF Gotham
were offensive to him. He thought II
| silly for mankind to waste its time
in work and said so. The teemtng fas-
cination of the far sides of the town.
SO dear to sociologists who love hui
man nature best after it has sWeateo
or suffered off it's varnish, found no
devotee In him; he could not under
stand why entire families should live
in huddled rooms on Essex street When
human being who cared less. Why,
he never counts the money on his
! dresser in the morning. Just throws
it there when he gets into bed, and"
The Japanese laughed merrily. you
gettin lich!"
mo; you little heather; only know
he does it, that is all. | stack 1t up
for him. Sometimes he throws it all
about-that and his clothes and fur
niture He's often merry that way.
He threw me about one night. A fine,
strong youth l thought it better not
to say much till he went to sleep, and
then. as l crawled out from under the
there were large apartments vacant in
the great hotel fat house next door
to the vast mansion inhabited by Mrs.
Jack Gerard on Seventy-second street,
Mrs, Jack Gerard was an old lady Of
| incredible wealth, who tried to hold
| Times hand in pause. That she had
failed had been no fault of hers or Of
the beauty parlors or cosmetic makers.
| 0They would be so much more com,
Portable If they would go where they
would have more room" Jackson con-
tinued, in further comment on the very
poor, and would not listen to the ear
nest soul which tried to offer explana-
tions.
(To BE CoNTINUED,)
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