Omaha daily bee., 1916-09-03
!" The Grip of Euil''
Eighth Episode--In Bohemia
CHAPTER XIV.
The Irrepressibles.

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One evening at dusk John Burton
was seated in his study killing the
half hour which interviewed before he
must go to his dressing room and
change his colthes for dinner For
some reason his thoughts were tinged
with an unusual melancholy. He
found himself reviewing the bygone
years, and the singular conclusion
was borne in on him that he had
never been really happy since he
ceased to earn living by manual
labor.
He was now a marquis and man
OF great means, yet, in the midst OF
a palatial establishment. with troop
OF servants ready to obey his slightest
wish, and an expensive French chef
even then preparing his solitary meal.
he suddenly realized that the last
genuine pleasure within recollection
had nothing whatsoever to do with
titles and luxurics.
He remembered the occasion per-
fectly well. He had been five years
at work in foundry when the man
ager OF his department stopped him
one morning as he passed the check
office and said offhandedly:
Burton, in future. you take charge
as foreman, and draw down SIS per
week Make good, and I'LL be thirty
at the end OF the month"
Although John had deserved pro-
motion, it was none the less sweet
when II come. Now, after the full
years, came the bitter thought that
not only had he not really earned
cent by honest toll, but that all the
joy seemed to have gone out OF life.
Moved by uncomfortable impulse he
sprang to his feet and ran upstairs
two steps at time. His valet was
arranging the studs in dress suit.
"Quit that! said John, cheerfully.
I'm off on trip, Take charge here
till come back. Ny lawyers will at
tend to the necessary expenses
For what period shall pack, sir"
inquired the man.
Nothing doing" grinned John. "lll
fix things for myself"
Producing bunch OF keys. he un-
locked drawer which the valet was
never allowed 10 open. and astonishcd
his servitor by bringing forth an old
and worn suit Of blue serge, the,
everyday best rig OF his working
days, which. with thick flannel shirt,
he proceeded to don forthwith.
The man smiled. He believed his
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Raschid cscapade. and the marquis OF
Castieton was sufficiently erratic in
his behavior at times that The incident
should pass without comment,
Beyond plentiful supply OF money
John brought nothing with him
which savorcd Of the dignity he was
leaving behind. He meant giving
himself a genuine test. He took train
for neighboring town. ate a meal
at small restaurant ITO be candid,
he found the food coarse and unpala-
tablet and set about finding a lodging
such as would be suitable 10 me-
chanic out OF work. a friendly po-
liceman directed him, and the mans
sunburned face looked so kindly and
sympathetic that John asked him
where he might seek employment
with some prospect OF success. Just
then a row in the street called for the
intervention OF the law.
Two men we're fighting, and the
policeman was about to grab the pair
81 them when an elderly. wizened
man, fully IS years OF age, ran from
q dilapidated building labeled Mis-
sion Hail." and thrust himself be-
tween the pugilists. :.
Come, now, Jim. and you, Tomw
cried the peacemaker amiably,
whats all this ssooutl Why should
two good pals like you try TO settle
dispute like couple OF snarling
curs7 All right, officer he went on.
winking at the policeman, I'll fix
things. This stupid scrap ends here
and now. Neither Of EN- will hit
Brother Biliy--will you. please"
TIE complaints looked sheepish.
One volunteered an explaration
which the other capped by demand
ing hercely:
why didn't you tell me that
,ooner!"
So the row was settled. lnciden.
tally. John made the acquaintance Of
one who had devoted his whole HE
to the service Of his fellows. Brother
Billy invited him to enter the Mission
hall, and looked puzzled on hearing
that his new friend was in search of
work. The missionary was judge
OF men. One glance at the young
millionaire's clcan-cut, thoughtful and
self-reliant face told him that here
was no waster. but a man we'll able
10 take care Of himself
Il could do with your help here,
he said instantly. Sometimes my