The Huttig news., 1914-01-24

home town of Jonesvile Abner Jones, his uncle. is very angry because Broad way refuses to settle down and take place in the gum factory in which he sue ceeded to his fathers interest.
 CHAPTER II-Judge Spotswood informs father is at his disposal. Broadway makes record time in heading for his fav- orite street in New York.
 Broadway took the telephone re- ceiver from his buffers hand and cried into the mouthpieee: Hello, Is that you, Robert Wallace? Well, this is Jackson Jones' Yes; the same you met in Jonesvile when they pinched you, that reckless night when you were driving at four miles an hour. No; I've come down to stay. Pm asking you to dine with me tomorrow evening Gan 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 rens. 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 1t 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 soeiologists who love hu- man nature best after it has sweated or suffered off its sarnish. 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 flat house next door 10 the vast mansion nhabited by Mrs Jack Gerard on Seyenty-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 fortable 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 to offer explana. lions
 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. T feel as if l ought to see the sun rise often he explained. "Sunrises are so beauti- ful.n
 He seldom heard from Jonesville in these days. Judge Spotswood some times wrote to him, his uncle never For a time he had endeayored to keep up correspondence with the girls. but this had languished 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
 His first shock came when the All Night bank wrote him letter, asking his te call and talk of his account, and his did not occur until four years% .ad vanished in the haze. of Broad ways lights. It made him sit straight in his chair and blink as a cold dash from a seltZer bottle sometimes had when he had needed it. Rankin, en- tering, asked him if he had a pain.
 You bet I have" said he. And I'm afraid it's serious"
 Shall I call doctor, sir?"
 No, call banker
 Rankin, puzzled, withdrew carefully He had learned to step with catlike tread when he discovered that his master was in serious mood He had no wish to anger him. No butler in the history of butling had ever had place so utterly ideal Pickines plentiful: work trivial: all life had been congenial for Rankin since he had encountered Broadway Jones.
 The day of the banks letter was the first after he had reached New York when Broadway did not go about his gay and simple routine of up Broad way in the afternoon and down Broad way at night, with movements so timed that they made long pauses near the Circle and near Forty-second street seem natural He went home before five.
 When Rankin ventured to express surprise at his return to the apart ment at that hour he snarlei at him.
 Go to the devil. Rankin." he sug- gested when he fingered
 Yes, sir; thank you, sir" said Ran kin and withdrew.
 He reached the kitchen with face so troubled that the Japanese boy, who had sought domestic service here with Judging from his wages) the com mendable intention of periodically sending home. each year, enough American money to build warship for his nations navy, showed interest.