Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1916-03-28


/ discouraged to feel moro than shad-
ow OF the deep repugnance this squaIid
city room never failed TO inspire In
one bred to the clean, open spaces of
the country. Today each bit OF fur
niture seemed a At accessory to- his
gloomy nood-the battered front of
the ancient bureau surmounted by the
cracked mirror, the chair with the
broken rocker. the wash stand peril
ously balancing on three legs the load
of the clumsy washbowl and pitcher,
and the fiat, comfortless bed. AL were
the fit properties Of stage set for
Failure
Bruel turned from his abstract con-
temptation of the room to survey him
self in the cracked mirror The glass
reflected face still young and keenly
Intelligent Under happier circum-
stances it would have been prepossegs-
ing, even handsome. Now~it showed
gaunt, unshaven and the eyes bright
with fever. For a moment he gazed
in bitter self arraignment and then
spoke sagely to his reflection in the
glass:
HE'LL What's the use? You've tried
hard ana what good has it done7
You're no further ahead than-you were
six months ago, when you left Millvale.
1t was all right to bunk yourself back
there, but you can't get by in New
York. You're all in and you know it.
i If you had any nerve"
BY Godl" he interrupted himself,
"In go through with lit"
| He drew the chair to the ancient
dresser and began swiftly to write.
His letter, for it was a letter, was with
out salutation or address; it plunged
at once into the bitter current of his
thoughts:
When you read this do not blame
me too much, for / have tried hard
My last cent has been spent in my ef-
forts to reach the men who could
handle my storage battery, and after
six months of trying, shave seen no
one but office boys. How hate them
all! Hell must be place peopled by
office boys They laugh at me openly
make fun of my clothes-and refuse
to announce me to their employers. IL
could reach Senator Curran or any of
the big men in the electrical field, it
would be easy to convince them of the
value of my invention, for the model
speaks for itself, but / am without
money. and ! cannot endure more.
Break it to Mother as gently as you
can.
Good bye, The river is always hos
pitable.
JAMES BRUEL-Failure.
AS he finished the note, Bruel felt
the harshness of his mood melting in a
flood Of self-pity tina pushed unmanly
tears over his eyelids and spattered
them on the paper.
Suddenly there sounded a sharp tat
too on his door, followed by quick foot
steps in the hall Quickly rising, he
strove to efface the marks of his emo
ton, then stepped to the door. Fling
ing 1t wide open, he peered into the
dark precincts of the hall. No one in
sight. He stepped forward and stumb-
led over something close to the thresh-
hold. The light from his window fell
upon a mound of packages piled on
the floor.
4 For q moment he surveyed the heap
I ed up parcels in establishment and then
his returning wits told him some care
less delivery man had left them at the
wrong address. His first impulse was
to rush down stairs and make the mis-
take known, but even as he moved to
put the thought into action. there came
to his ears the sharp staccato cough of
the delivery motor. There was nothing
TO do but take the parcels into his room
and hold them until the delivery man
discovered his error and returned.
/ ITO be continuedl