The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1914-01-10

time being. Il 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
hen 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. Can you
come? Good. I'll telephone
again, or have my butler telephone,
md let you know just where. !.
All right. Fine! Goodby."
Robert Wallace was his guide, his
mentor and his friend for some four
] weeks. After hat he was his friend
and mentor, but resigned as guide, Cor
I Broadway took the reins. He had a
passion and a genius for investigating
metropolitan affairs of lightsome ma
tnre. The business marts of Gotham
were offensive to aim. He thought Il
silly for mankind to waste it's time
In work and said SO. The teeming fas
cination of the far sides of the town,
Sc dear to sociologists who love hu.
man nature best after 1t has sweated
or suffered of Its yarnish, found no
devotee In him; he could not under
stand why entire families should live
In huddled rooms on Essex street when
there were large apartments vacant In
the great hotel fiat house next door
to the vast mansion inhabited by Mrs.
Jack Gerard on Seventy-seccnd street
Mrs. Jack Gerard was an old lady of
Incredible wealth. who tried to hold
lines hand In pause. That she had
failed had been no fault OF hers or OF
the beauty parlors or cosmetic makers.
They would be so much more com.
Portable III 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-
| tons.
A year passed. Broadway carried
three bank accounts, two of them not
cry large and seldom checked ID
h third was In New York's all-night
bank. He kept busy. Il feel as II |
1ught to see the sun rise often" he
explained. "Sunrises are so beauti
| full"
lie seldom heard from Jonesville In
these days. Judge Spotswood some
times wrote to him, his uncle never.
For a time he had e%ndeavored to keep
up a correspondence with the girls,
but this had languished through his
own exceeding occupation at more
pressing matters and Josie Richards
5orrowful conviction that he did not
ell her, in his brief, %infrequent let
ters, about all the girls whom he was
Meeting in New York.
His first shock came when the All
Night bank wrote him a letter, asking
his to call and talk of his account, and
his did not occur until -four years
had vanished In the haze of Broad
ways lights. 1t made him sit straight
n his chair and blink as a cold dash
rom a settler bottle sometimes had
when he had needed 1t. Rankin, en-
tering, asked him If he had a pain.
You bet ! have" said he. And
I'm afraid it's serious"
Shall | call a doctor. sir?"
mo, call a banker"
Rankin. puzzled, withdrew carefully.
lie had learned to step with catliks
read when he discovered that his
master was in serious mood. He had
10 wish to anger him. No butler In
he history of butling had ever had
4 place 30 utterly ideal. Pickings
plentiful: work trivial; all life had
been c%ongenial for Rankin since he
had encountered Broadway Jones.
The day of the banks letter was the
first after he had reached New York
when Broadway did not go about his
gay and simple routine OF up Broad
way In the afternoon and down Broad
way at night, with movements SO
timed that they made long pauses near
The Circle and near Forty-second
street seem natural. He went home
before five.
When Rankin ventured to express
surprise at his return to the apart
ment at that hour, he snarled at him.
60 to the devil. Rankin" he sug-
gested when he fingered.
Yes. sir; thank you sir" said RAN
kin and withdrew.
He reached the kitchen with a face
SO troubled that the Japanese boy, who
had sought domestic service here with
Judging from his wages) the com
nendable intention OF periodically
sending home, each year, enough
American money to build a warship
or his nations navy, showed interest.
Wat ISIS matturr, R~anekeen?" the
ympathetic Oriental queried.
Il know men," said Rankin, "and II
[ didn't know that Mr.. Jones il really
1 milliOnaire-made 1t out Of chewing
gum, his family, I'm told should say
he was hard up"
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