The Hays free press. [volume] (Hays, Kan.) 1908-1924, 1914-02-14

mat. never smiled, always said Yes,
sir" and thank you, sir" whenever
there was room for these impressive
words, was ready to be measured for
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 viii 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 viii do. Make it elev-
en-. Engage a cook and second-man-
Il have already teiephoned for them.
sir"
81 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"
4 shall, sir; and I hope you'll do
! 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-
tiers for the ex-Jonesvillian for the
time being. 81 have him on the wire.
sir
'I'Il 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 JonesviIle when
they pinched you, that reckless night
when you we're driving at four miles
an hour No; I've come down
to stay. I'm asking you 10 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 q
passion and a genius for Investigating
metropolitan CHAIRS of lightsome na
ture. The business marts of Gotham
were offensive to him. He thought il
silly for mankind to waste its time
! in work and said so. The teeming fas
cination OF the far sides of the town
so dear to sociologists who love hu
man nature best after it has sHeated
or suffered OF its yarnish, found nc
devotee in him; he could not under
stand why entire families should live
I'm huddled rooms on Essex street when
human being who cared less Why
1 he never counts the money on his
| dresser in the morning. Just throws
it there when he gets into bed, and
The japanese laughed meTTily- 'YoT
gettin lich,"
NO; you little heather; only knox
he does IL, that is all 1 stack It VI
for him. Sometimes he throws IL al
| about-that and his clothes and fur
niture. He's often merry that way
He threw me about one night fine
strong youth, thought it better moi
to say much till he went TO sleep. and
then, as I craIled out from under the
there were large apartments vacant IN
the great hotel fat house next door
to the vast mansion inhabited by Mrs
Jack Gerard on Seventy-second street
Mrs. Jack Gerard was IN 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 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 10 offer explana-
tons
CTO BE CONTINUED
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