The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1914-02-12

Joy street, between Happy boulevard
and Don't Care alley. The noisier the
better If the noise is always laughter.
want It named The Smile and want
it furnished in bright red. Take me
somewhere where they'll sell me a
good butler-faacy brand, no matter
what the price. l want butler who
can 60 and buy home for me-a
home that glitters and is glad. Throw
on the high-speed clutch
Gridley took him, in his brand-new
car (Which ran as smoothly and as
noiselessly and swiftly as a pickerel
swims), to an employment agency
which he had heard about, and there
Broadway signed the lease for an ex-
traordinary person, principally named
Rankin. He looked like bishop,
talked like British lord, walked like
a major-general, bowed like diplo
mat. never smiled always said Eyes.
SIR" and thank you, SIR" whenever
there was room for these impressive
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 cook and second-man."
II have already telephoned for them.
SIR"
II 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"
II shall, sir; and l hope you'll Dc
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.
ters for the ex-Jonesvillian for the
time being. II 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. . 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 had a
passion and genius for investigating
metropolitan affairs of lightsome ma
ture. The business marts of Gotham
were offensive to him. He thought it
silly for mankind to waste it's time
in work and said so. The teeming fas
cination of the far sides of the town.
so dear to sociologists who love hui
man nature best after it has sweated
or suffered of its varnish, 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
Times 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 if they would 60 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
very large and seldom checked upon.
The third was in New York's all-night
bank. He kept busy. Il feel as if
ought to see the sun rise often" he
explained. "Sunrises are so beauti-
full" 81
He seldom heard from Jonesville in
these days. Judge Spotswood some
times wrote to him, his uncle never.
For time he had endeavored to keep
up a correspondence with the girls,
but this had lang1ished through his
own exceeding occupation at more
pressing matters and Josie Richards
sorrowful conviction that he did not
tell her, in his brief, infrequent let
ters, about all the girls whom he was
meeting IN New York. 4
His Arst shock came when the An
Might hank wrote him 1 letter. asking