The Detroit times., 1916-06-23

world.
Al best, he did not care for suct
places. And now. with another man.
money In his pocket, he liked hi,
doubtful surroundings stlll less. II,
was half minded 10 get out at once
But he was very hungry. And, or
second thought, he resolved TO wait
for his supper.
Lizzie Reisen vas a lady who lived
by her wits. And she had good sharI
wits to live by. she did not care FOL
her patronymic, and early in hel
hectic career she had changed II tC
'Lulette Fortescue," But an unap
preciative police force had renamed
her "LIght-Fingered Liz"
Lizzie had left Boston in consider
able haste, as result OF q depart
ment store pickpOcket scandal. An
now. with the aforesaid urapprecl-
tive police force searching GiligenIy
for her. she had decided TO bury br-
self for Iew weeks In this morf or
less secluded university town, WE'RE
she had friends she could cou1 on
TO shelter her.
She had arrived I'm town anhour
earlier and in a villainously bal tenn
per. For on the train a felloF pick
pocket had been so outrageouly un-
professional as TO steal her Jistbag
by means of a simple ole razor
trick" And the Nristbdg ad con
tanned every dollar she had IL the
world.
Guided by memories OF oher days,
Liz came straight 10 HardnS's cafe.
II had been a favorito reset OF hers
in her apprentice years when she
had been content 10 "liT an occa-
sional stickrin or chap watch.
Harding, she knew, woGd lend her
enough money to keep Der going fer
awhile
liz entered the mah room OF th}
cafe ana glanced ardnd with a
seeming carelessness which, none
the less, took in evry oetail and
every patron OF the hace Her row
ing glance ar last Aused-at sight
OF something that promised 10 be
interesting
AZ an alCovo talle sat welt
dressed Young MAJ in front Of whom
4 waiter was Justthen setting q cup
OF coffee. small steak and a bird
bath" Of vascidl. Shiny fried pota-
toes. This by tplf was Of no great
intcrest. But smethjns else was.
AS the waiterIeg ned over him, liz
saw the young man raise his hand
nervously towTd one sid" OF his
vest. az If guG1ing something in a
pocket there r else 20 make certain
it was not pue
That tip vas quite enough for
LIght-Fingerd liz. Perhaps she
might nor uve 20 borrow money
from Hardiig after all She crossed
10 the aic|e.
Pardon mo" she said, politely,
"Do YOU mind If sit here? The
outer rooh IL so smoky.
"Not all" said Ten absently
surprised but MOI knowing what else
TO say And ne went on with his
moan.
The url picked up the menu and
studied il. But her fingers seemed
to be awkward. Fer she let the
greas, card fall 10 the floor. II
strucl near Toms feet. lie stopped
10 KIRK II up
during the fraction OF second
that his head was below the table
eig,. LIS hand shot forward with
unbelievable swiftness. dropped
something into the cup ot coffee
ard returned as quickly TO her own
lao. She thanked Tom as he gave
pr the rescued menu and paid no
nrther heed 10 him--iust then.
The hungry youth devoted his
whole attention 20 his greasy pota-
toes his tough steak and TO his un-
usually rancid coffee. The coffee, es-
pecially, displeased him. II had
vile taste. II was almost bitter, In
spite OF the extra sugar he put In
Il. But he was thirsty AZ well as
famished. Aud he made IA clean Joo
OF the unappetizing meal.
He reflected, as he finished, what
n pleasant effect even a bad supper
can have on man s system. lie had
been tired. nervous, III at ease. Now
no had sense OF well-being, OF
drowsy contentment, OF peace with
the whole world. Presently he
would start home But, for the mo-
ment. n was wondrously agreeable
,o lean back In his seat and rest.
The room seemed to grow darker,
and delicious sleepiness tegan to
,rcep over him. Five minutes nap
surely. would do him no harm.
And now the woman across the
liable was speaking to him, He could
not catch what she said, but her
yoi,c was sweet. Now she was com
INC around 10 his own side OF the
iablc. was that her arm around MS
shoulder, or
Tom Blake was aware o: rack
tng headache. a rankly bau taste IN
his mouth. a sense of nausea. lie
sat up and bllnked. He yes ne
must have been fast asleep For me
hands in the clock over tho bar