The daily Alaskan., 1915-09-22
POtaSh, Perlr1lutter
 and Others
By MONTAGUE GLASS
IX.-RED, THE ME-
 DIATOR

1 tue lleiOul ull 4lluuASu llS uN- commitment while Patsy Barry sat 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 foirlv steamed from Aloysius' lips in little lets of vapor. Patsy's nose peep ed. cherrylike. from the shade of his enormous cap, and hls whole attitude was one of absorbed interest in the l performance. He admired good music; not so the manager ut FOrty-ffth street, | who stuck his head through an opening in the partition. Quit dat noise, youse two," he crowded, "or I'll kick de both yez out CT dis" They quit incontinently, for the man. ager was of decisive habit with mes senger boys. He had just risen from o tender conversation with 'B. G. in the main office, who clicked him q viv- i'd description of herself us tall and blond. and Ec sighed as he pictured her languid eye and moist red lip. If he but knew 1t, "B. G." was stout and forty, with a three days growth of beard and more redolent of whisky than the manager at Forty-ifth street himself.
 It was scant half past 8, and the theQters were in. X light snow fell, and q bleak wind swept Broadway clear of all traffic save the cars and one or two helated playgoers. The manager lighted fresh stogle and prepared for quiet evening.
 Aloysius and Patsy were doping the horses ut New Orleans with the aid of tattercd 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 aln't nurtcn," said AlOysius Louis dor was played down to even money yesterday, and she uin't finished yet"
 Patsy waggled his head gravely.
 Yer can't pick 'em desc days" he said. "Dey git yer hote ways, comin' and goln'."
 A bell tapped insistently, and the manager drew ticket from one of the many drawers behind the counter. He handed 1t to Aloyslus without even glaucing at It.
 Here, your he said. "Chase your self"
 AOySlus buttOned up his coat and carefully drew on his torn mittens. Where to?" said Patsy.
 "uOtel Altrlncham," AloySius replied and ministered to cold in his head with his left hand mitten.
 Leave me have de mOut' organ while we're goue?" said Patsy as Aloyslus made for the door,
 "Aw, what fcr?" Aloysius rejOined derisiyely.
 All right, yer miz," said the dis gruntled Patsy.
 The manager again inserted his head through the partition.
 Shake 1t up there, Four-ninety-two!' he said.
 Aloyslus opened the door and passed out with a blast of insulting discords on the harmonica.
 Holy cripesw 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 swirllng snow.
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 A few minutes later he entered the revolving door of the Altrincham and saluted the clerk with the monosylla- ble Call"
 Front" said the clerk, take this kid up to S9." ... After lively scufile with the bellboy in the elevator Aloysius alghted at the eighth floor and knocked on the door numbered So.
 A tall young man answered his sum- mons.
 Come h." he said to Aloysius "COld, Isn't it?"
 Aloysius sniffed by way of answer and sat down on the edge of the bed. He made careful survey of the room while the tall young man wrote steadi- ly at a desk in the corner. On the dressing table were two panel photo graphs, and scattered about the walls were four more, all of the same per son. Aloysius stared at them with the eye of a c0nnOisseur, for messenger boys in the vicinity of Forty fifth street are by association and environ ment excellent judges of feminine : beauty.
 The tall young man rose from his desk and went to the telephone.
 Send me a cup of hot coffee" he said to the clerk, and he returned to his writing. Soon there came knock at the door, and a waiter appeared bearing a silver pot of coffee on a
 A GREAT RACKET
 That is what a number of yis-