The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1915-09-25

a LOYSIUS WALSH, the same
they call Red was playing
~ the mouth organ. He exhaled
the melody and inhaled the &C
compartment, while Patsy Barry sal
beside him on the bench and kicked
the wooden partition beneath, tempo
marcatO.
Outside the cold was intense, and the
constantly opening door so lowered the
temperature of the room that the music
fairly steamed from Aloysius' lips in
little jets of vapor. Patsy's nose peep
ed, cherrylike, from the shade of his
enormous cap, and his whole attitude
was one of absorbed interest in the
performances He admired good music;
not so the manager at Forty fifth street,
who stuck his head through an opening
in the partition.
''Quit dat noise, youse two" he
growled, cor I'll kick de bot'n yez out
err dis"
They quit incontinently, for the man
ager was of a decisive habit with mes
senger boys. He had just risen from
a tender conversation with "B. G." in
the main office, who clicked him a Wv
i'd description of herself as tall and
blond, and he sighed as he pictured her
languid eye and moist red lip. If he
but knew it, "B. G." was stout and
forty, with a three days growth Of
beard and more redolent of whisky
than the manager at Forty fifth street
himself
1t was scant half past 8, and the
theaters were in. A light snow fell,
and a bleak wind swept Broadway
clear of all traffic save the cars and
one or two belated playgoers. The
manager lighted a fresh stogie and
prepared for quiet evening.
Aloysius and Patsy were doping"
the horses at New Orleans with the aid
of tattered pink newspaper. They
were keen sportsmen, at least in de-
sire, and discussed in low tones mark
ed reversal of form shown in the fifth
race that afternoon.
dat amt narten," said AlOysius.
Louis dor was played down to even
money yesterday, and she amt finished
yet
Patsy waggled his head gravely.
Eyer can't pick 'em desc days." he
said. "Dey git yer bote. ways, comm
and goin'."
A bell tapped insistently, and the
manager drew ticket from one Of the
many drawers behind the counter. He
handed it to Aloysius without even
glancing at it.
Here, your he said. "Chase your
SELF
Aloysius buttoned up his coat and
carefully drew Oh his torn mittens.
Where tor said Patsy.
"Hotel Altrincham," Aloysius replied
and ministered to a cold in his head
with his left hand mitten.
Leave me have de mOut organ while |
ye're gone?' said Patsy as Aloysius
made for the door.
'Aw, what fer?" Aloysius rejoined |
derisively.
'Al right, yer miz." said the dis
gruntled Patsy.
The manager again inserted his head
through the partition.
he said.
Aloysius opened the door and passed |
out with blast Of insulting discords
on the harmonica.
sHo-ly cripesv' he muttered to him
self as the wind struck him. "Ain't 1T
cold?"
And he broke into a trot, with his
head bent to the swirling snow.
H.
A few minutes later he entered the
revolving door of the Altrincham and
saluted the clerk with the monosylla-
Bile Call"
Front" said the clerk, "take this
Kid up to &c."
After a lively scuffle with the bellboy
n the elevator Aloysius alighted at the
eighth floor and knocked on the door
numbered SO.
A tall young man answered his sum-
mons.
Come in," he said to Aloysius.
Cold, isn't it?'
AlOysius shifted by way of answer
md sat down on the edge of the bed.
lie made careful survey of the room
While the tall young man wrote steadi
y at a desk in the corner. On the
ressing table were two panel photo
raphs, and scattered about the walls.
we're four more, all Of the same per-
on. Aloysius stared at them with the
We of a connoisseur, for messenger
oys in the vicinity of Forty fifth s
treet are by association and environ |
lent excellent judges of feminine
eauty.
The tall young man rose from his (
esk and went to the telephone. &
"Send me a cup of hot Coffee" he
aid to the clerk, and he returned to r
is writing Soon there came knock
t the door, and waiter appeared
caring silver pot of coffee on a '
men covered tray. He deposited it.
nth sugar cream and cup and saucer s
q the dressing table. y
Drink this" said the tall young
lan you'll feel better when you go e