The Winslow mail., 1914-04-18


Look at that telegram" he ex
postulated; see to whom it is ad-
dressed, and by whom it is signed!"
Still without looking at it she
showed the yellow slip toward him.
1T don't make any difference who
it is to or who it is from" she in
sisted. I've got my orders" And
she turned to the next customer.
He glared at her for a moment, but
she remained entirely unaware of his
existence, and, crumbling the telegram
in his hand he strobe out with a set
of emotions too varied and too much
commingled to classify. An attempt
at a nearby bank to draw upon his
New York house of exchange came
more nearly resulting in his arrest
than any of the other experiments,
and it was very much stupefed man
who trudged aimlessly up the street,
as much a pauper in this city, where
he could not think of a soul who knew
him, as any tramp with whom he
might brush elbows!
He turned into a dreary little park,
fought to suck life from the stern
gravel in which they were rooted. It
was most unattractive place, and the
only thing that drew him unconsciously
into it was the fact that here were
benches upon which he might rest
without being expected to pay for any
thing. He was tired and hot, and, ap-
| no fo6 H.
noted'with aversion that every lounger
upon every bench bore the same atti-
tude Of hopeless detection as himself.
He had bad quarter Of an hour, in
which great many of his Impressions
Of the corresponding relations Of hui
man beings to each other underwent
a radical change. For one thing, he
began to estimate his actual value,
considered merely as two hands and
brain, if thrown upon the immediate
market, for it looked as if the great
railroad king would have to hunt
job at unskilled labor.
AS he sat dejectedly bumped over,
his elbows upon his knees and his
hands clasped idly together, he noticed
that a brown skirt-with a draggled
bit Of braid at the bottom-that twice
had slowly passed him, now stopped
directly in front of him. Naturally he
| glanced up and found very good
looking girl gazing fixedly down at
him. The moment she met his eyes
her face lighted with smile of de-
light, and she came toward him.
| Il just knew it was Mr.. Cash." she
began vivaciously. "My! this is a long
way from Broadway, isn't it?"
No sound had ever rung more
agreeably in his ears than his own
name pronounced at this moment. For
the last couple of hours that magic
word had completely lost its power,
and he began to realize how few
people knew him after ALL 1t was
with a sense of positive gratitude that
he answered this girl, whom he could
not place, but whose face seemed
pleasingly familiar.
Indeed it isl he assented, rising
and removing his hat. 81 expect am
place you, Miss"
| Bessie Williams, but you don't
know the name," she returned. II used
| to manicure you in the Hotel Bel
weigh, don't you remember? You've
had your mustache shaved off, but,
! goodness! I'd know those hands with
the mole on both little fingers If |
found you down in Africa stained with
walnut juice. I guess you'll think
I've got a nerve for wedging in this
way, but honest, anybody that was
ever nice to me in little old New York
looks like long-lost brother!"
He remembered her perfectly now,
and he smiled with amusement as he
recalled her vivid personality. She
was a girl who had struggled up from
the most squalid section of the East
side, and was noted on Broadway, not
only for her own uncompromising rig
idity of conduct, but for the number
of other girls she had saved from
making fools Of themselves" More
especially, however, she was known
for the picturesque slang which had
clung to her as the only mark Of her
origin, and for the originality with
which she used it. In the present juno
ture he was surprised to find her sud-
denly hesitate and show a bit of en-
barrassment.
"I feel somewhat in the cold my
SELF" he admitted, to put her at ease.
What brings you out here so far?"
"I'm my own lemon she replied,
recovering her vivacity at once and
rafting on with the greatest sang
froid, once she had plunged into the
main topic. Say, Mr.. Cash, I'm go
ing to be real open-faced with you
about my troubles, because know you
don't make any mistakes in the dark
and you don't keep the small change
glued down. Every time I ever saw
you there was a circle of tips rolling
away from you in every direction, and
once when bell-hop got his leg broke
l saw you peel off fifty before any
| hOdv could If hn had mother