The Huttig news., 1914-02-07

to accept the theory that Mrs. Gerard was, as yet, only Broadway's liancee.
 But you can't walk without it." her escort pleaded earnestly.
 I'd limp year for Broadway" she Insisted, missed Mrs Gerards cofffure by quarter of an inch and then burst into tears.
 Four yellow government notes were placed in circulation in police circles before the long and rangy touring car reached the granite archway which in vlted entrance ten stories underneath the bachelor apartment in which Ran. kin waited for him. sleeping, but with one ear open for the riot which ire qnently attended the homecoming of his master.
 The car had scarcely come to standstill before beth eyes were open. And as the eyes appeared from their snug hiding places behind fat lids, his ears achieved astonishment His mas ter had returned at early hours on previous occasions accompanied by merry friends, but they had never chosen as their happy, matin song. the Wedding March from Lohengrin." What could 1t mean?
 Going to the window he craned out trying to see what was going on upon the sidewalk. but the extending cor nice underneath the window made this quite impossible. although the touring car beyond the curb was visible This lacked interest. so he hurried to the outer hall, where he stood near the elevator shaft and listened earnestly. Presently. as the group succeeded in getting up the three stairs leading from the sidewalk into the ground floor hall, he caught word or two of thick. congratulatory talk.
 'Sh'ou joy, ol man." was the most frequent of the erowding, earnest words
 What could it mean?
 As he heard the elevator door close and the swift swish of the ascending car, Rankin withdrew to the apart. ment, there to finger, waiting for his master consumed with carefully mas tered curiosity. 2 Deyoured with curiosity he stood
 
 the outer door which he consideratelv had left a1ar for him. He had guessed at certain details of his young employ CTS probable condition and knew that in the midst of just those details Broadway was impatient of latch-kevs. belringing or even knuckle-tanning on the door
 The first thing he noted as the un- steady Broadway entered was the fact i that his silk hat had been reversed un- i on his head; the second was that someone evidently had been sitting on his raglan cane while it had been rolled rather carelessIy: the third was that his face wore an expression of re- lief and peace with all the world.
 Not so unsteadily that he failed en- tireiy to reach the goal Jackson tackled across the room and found the win dow. His friendly escort was still evi- l dently in his mind for from the open window he now waved a genial hand kerchief, whispering meanwhile i .Night-night, as if the hearty spirit which induced the words would take them to the sidewalk ten score feet be l low.
 Having performed this sacred rite of friendship he regained the center Of ' the room, looked about him as if curj- ously, and then went unsteadily to the grand piano, upon which he placed his i elbow with a nesting search for com 1 fort which seemed to indicate firm decision to lean against the instrument and go to sleep without delay This would never do, for when his slumber became deep he would be sure to lose his balance. Rankin saw the deep ne cessity for rousing him from his inten- tion
 MT. Jones' MT. Jones'" he urged, tapping him upon the shoulder.
 Jackson looked up. sleepily as if as tonished at the interruption of his slumbers. Hello he said good na- tnredly. who's there?'
 "lts Rankin, sir" said Rankin.
 Who's Rankin sir?" The toue way that of tolerant curiosity to lea n a to tai strangers unimportant identity.
 I'm the butler, sir
 "Butler?"
 Yes Mir. Jones: the butler
 This seemed to rouse his master and he looked him over with some show of interest. "A butler," he exclaimed in tones Of deep reproach Aren't you ashamed Of yourself? When you were a little boy your mother had great hopes Of you-thought you were going to be president of the United States, or something like that
 Rankin bowed impa assively; he did not deny it.
 Now said his employer with the deepest of reproach. you've disappoint- ed everybody You've turned out to he nothing but butler. You ought to be ashamed Of yourself,''
 Rankin was not offended: Instead his air was that of triumph. "Ah. but see who's butler I am. sir,. he ex- claimed.
 '.Who's huf1er are you2. manfred