Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-03-11

neatrice went in bravely enough but
hor Epeea beqan 10 tremble when she
| found herself in the presence OF the man
| uhe had come to visit. Anthony CruN-
/ hail was not a pleasant looking person.
/ His cheeks were fat and puny, ne WIZ
| a diamond ring upon the finger OF his TOO
white hand and n diamond pin IN ms
somewhat fashlly arranged neckue' re
was smoking a black cigar, which nc
| omitted to remove from between MS teet"
as he welcomed his visitor. ,
80 you've come to see me at last, niue
| Nflss I3eatricew lie said, with particu-
larly unpleasant smile. Come ana sl'
down here by the side Of me That's right,
| eh? Now what can do for your
Beatrice was trembling all over The
mans eyes we're hateful, his smile was
hideous. 80,
"I have not AGENT in the world. Mr..
Cruxhall." she faltered; ~ cannot get an
engagement, have been turned out OF
my rooms and I am hungry. MY tather
always told me that you would be a
friend II at any time IL happened that
needed help. / am very sorry TO nave 10
come and beg, yet that is what am m
doing VIII you lend or give me go
or 500 so that 7 can go on for niue
lonRer7 Or will you help me to get q
place among some of your theatrical
people?" ,.,- .,,,..
Mr. Cruxhal puffed steadily at his cigar
for n moment and, leaning back in his
chair, thrust his hand into his trousers
pocket.
$50 bad az that. is it?" he remarked
80 bad as that, eh?"
"It is very bad indeed" she answered,
looking at him quietly, "or you know that
I should not have come to you"
Mr.. Cruxhall smiled.
'I remember the last time we talked to-
eether" ho said I'VE didn't get on very
well. Too high and mighty in those days,
weren't you, Miss Beatrice? Wouldn I
have anything to say to bad lot ike
Anthony Cruxhall. You're having TO
come to II, eh?'
she began to tremble again. but she
held herself In.
"I must live" she murmured. Give me
n little money and let me go away
He laughed.
"oh, I'll do better than that for YOU,
he answered, thrusting his hand into his
wiastcoat pocket and drawing out a Pile
of dollar bills Lets look at you. Gee
whIzl Yes, you're shabby, aren't you?
Take this" he went on, slammlng some
notes down before her. go and get
yourself new froclS and hat fit to
wear and meet me at the Madison Square
roof garden Mt o'clock. We'll have some
dinner and I guess we can fix matters
up"
Then he smiled at her again, and Bea-
trice whose hand was already upon the
bills, suddenly felt her knees shake. A
great black horror was upon her. She
turned and fed out of the room, past the
astonished clerk, into the lift and was
downstairs on the main floor before she
remembered where she was, what she
had done. The clerk after gazing at her
retreating form, hurried into the inner
office.
Young woman hasn't bolted with any
thing, eh?" he asked.
Mr. CruXhall smiled wickedly.
'Why, no." he replied; 81 guess she'll
come backI'
Tavernake left the meeting on that
same afternoon with his future practically
assured for life. He had been appointed
surveyor to the company at a salary of
$4,000 year. and tho mine in which his
savings were invested was likely to re-
turn him his small capital a hundredfold
Very kind things had been said of him
and to him.
Prtchard and he had left the place to-
gether When they had reached the
street they paused for a moment
'I am going to make a call near here"
Pritchard said. Don't forget that we
are dining together. unless you find some
thing better to do, and in the mean
time'-he took n card from his pocket and
handed It to Tavernake-"I don't know
whether l am fool or not to give you
this" he added. However, there it is.
Do as you choose about It,"
He walked away a little abruptly. Tav-
ernake glanced at the address upon the
card: 1874 East Sd street. For a moment
he was puzzled Then the light broke in
upon him suddenly, His heart gave a