Evening star., 1914-04-19
By HAROLD MAcGRATH

didn't know how to alnuse himself in Gods own
country!
Jalneson's head fell upon his arms. With assured
step Thomas walked toward the corridor that di-
vided the so-called winerooms. At the end OF the
corridor was door He did not care where 1t led,
50 long as it led outside this ev-srnelling den. He
found the room empty opposite to Jameson's. He
went in quietly. The shabby waiter followed him,
soft-footed a cat.
"a bottle of Old Tom, said Thomas.
The waiter nodded and slipped out. He saw the
sleeper in the other room, and gently closed the
door.
"Gink in number two wants a bottle o gin. He's
the kind-laver O. ale an then his quart-the real
souse"
$50 that's his game, huh?" said the bartender
"How's the gink in number four?'
Dead to the world
"Tip the sneak There may be chanst to roll
EN- both. Here you Soak i'm two-flfty
HALF an hour longer Thomas waited. Then he
rose and tiptoed to the door, drawing it back
without the least sound. Jamesons had not been
latched. Taking deep, long breath (strange how
may control the heart by this processD,
Thomas crossed the corridor and entered the other
room; entered prepared for any emergency. If
Jameson awoke, much the-.worse for him. The
gods it to the mortals they keep in bondage
way to Elysium or Hades. His cabin mates ster-
torian breathing convinced the trespasser that it
the stup1dest, heaviest kind OF sleep.
For moment he looked down at the man
temptuously To have befuddled his brain at
such time! Or was it because the wretch knew
that he, Thomas, would not dare cry out over his
loss9 He stopped behind the sleeping man. He
wanted to fall upon him. beat him with his fists.
All! if he had not found him!
The niohf fortunately was warm and thick
Jameson had carelessly thrown open his coat and
vest. Underneath he the usual sailor jersey.
Thomas steeed his arms. With hand he
pulled the roll collar away from the mans neck,
and with the other sought for the string sought
in vain. The light, the four drab walls, the haze
of tobacco smoke, all turned red.
"Whcre is it, you dog? Quick7 Thomas shook
the man "Where is it? Quick, or I'll throttle
you'll
4Lemme 1one!7 Jameson sagged toward the
table again.
Thomas bent him back ruthlessly and plunged
hand into the inside pocket of the mans coat
The touch of the chanois bag burned like fire. He
pulled it out and transferred it to his own pocket
and made for the door. He did not care now what
happened. Found! Woe to any who had the i'll
luck to stand between him and the exit
Outside the door stood the shabby waiter grin
ming cheerfully. He was accompanied by a hulk
ing, shifty-eyed creature.
"Roll i'm, Of sporte Caught in the act, huho7
jbed the waiter
Thomas had the right idea. He struck first
The waiter crashed against the wall The hulking
shiftyeyed one Jared worse. He went down with
his face to the cracks in the floor. Thomas dashed
for the exit
CHAPTER v
OUTSIDE he found himself in kind Of court
He ran about wildly, like rat in trap
He pumped into the alley accidentally. Down this
he fled, into the street. A voice called out per
emptorily for him to stop; but he went all the
faster, swift hare. He doubled and circled
through this street and that till last he out
into broad, brilliant thoroughfare. An IRON
plllared railway reared up skyward, and trains
clamored past. Bloomsbury millions of years
a1ad L.