The Glenwood post., 1914-01-31

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he vas hard up
The japanese boy stared politely:
he did not understand at all.
OF course he's not hard up" Ran.
kin continued. No hard up man could
have sworn at me as he did just now
1t can't be money, 20 it must be
women"
''Limmin," said the japanese, who
had not mastered w's.
Lemons" Rankin granted. You're
almost right. l never saw a man
more popular. He spends his money
like he didn't care for it, and does it
well because that is the fact. He
doesn't care for it. l never saw a
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!"
No: you little heathen; l only know
he does it, that is all l stack it up
for him. Sometimes he throws it all
about-that and his clothes and fur
niture. He's often merry that way.
L.
strong youth! l thought it better not
to say much till he went to sleep, and
then, as I crawled out from under the
bed, | had a chance to see his arm
Quite muscular it is-iust as it felt
when he was joking with me-"
The next day, by chance, while visit
ing the kitchen. Rankin had a sudden
inspiration. Il wonder if he is in
love?' he pondered. THAT Mr.. Hen
riot that | attended just before he
married that grass widow was as alb
sent-minded-oh. quite absent-minded
quite! Now, which one"
Rankin suddenly came to a stand in
horror. Even to the small and very
Yellow cook 1t was plain that tragic
thoughts had flashed into his mind.
Il wonder he soliloquized If it
could possibly be that terrible Gerard
old woman. She's had her eye on him
ever since the first night that she got
i glimpse of him"
AS he spoke his master, as request
ed. was talking with the first vice-pres-
ident Of the bank. The man seemed
rather seriousminded. although on
that previous occasion when he had
marked the beginning Of their &C.
quaintance, when Broadway had gone
to open his account with just two
hundred thousand dollars, he had been
geniality itself.
Il merely wished to have q little
talk with you-er-Mr. Jones'" said he.
You know your balance is-er-run-
ming rather low"
rs what" said Broadway. in amase-
ment.
rs running rather low"
You don't mean that I've"
You've drawn rather heavily
against it,
But it was strong enough to stand
q terrible stfnin.''
Not quite strong enough to stand
without a protest the strain to which
YOU have subjected it. Mr.. Jones. It's
not exhausted. but its"
Getting tired?" Broadway himself
supplied the words.
About that You have not been
having it written up, you know; l
thought perhaps you didn't realize the
figures. I've had them all made out
for you"
Broadway took one swift look at
them, then sank back in his chair and
took a longer look at them. well, I'll
be -" he ventured.
1 was afraid you'd feel that way.
only thought you ought to have .
hint of just how things are running.
Young men lose track of things some
times. I've known 1t 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. 1t
was a blonde voice, and issued from .
natty little motor car with = sedan
chair top. Broadway had bought that
motor car and given 1t to the blonde
voice. Let me put you down some,
where?"
I'm not feeling very 1T You might
take me to the morgue."
Jump in; we'll make 1t the Knick.
erbocker."
But the Knickerbocker had no
charms for Broadway at that mo
ment He made his stay as brief n
possible in the bright restaurant.
"Dollie, darling" he said gloomily,
81 don't need a restaurant today;
need hospital. How would you like
me. Dollie, honestly, if | was broker
You? Broke?" She laughed.
NO; seriously. How would you like
} me?"
It's nonsense; but you know what
: Stanley does to broken dishes"
The ash can.- Eh?"
TT wouldn't be, for you, of course;
p but-what's the use of being Mr.
= Grump? Brace up? Come on up to
g Churchilrs and we'll drinky-drink II
outy-out"