The evening herald. [volume] (Albuquerque, New Mexico) 1914-1922, 1918-08-17

Pilkins believes 10 this day that no
wormed this information out OF the young
man
I'm tell you about H." said Jones at
last I'm commissioner for Charlie
Powell"
Commissioner" repeated Henry In a
dazed way
Sure said Jones Charlie Powell
you've heard Of him he owns A lot OF
horses
on said Henry Pnkins. The race.
track"
'surest thing YOU know said Jones
easily " In with everything tina,
comes on, and I'm with him That riyes
me the inside When I'm making HIS bots
ITS easy to place a few dollars II my own
II isn't really gambling. because It's a sure
thinB. I'm about seven thousand 10 the
good this season already. How's the old
town out there? Used to be- a pretty
sporty little village, II remember right
See here" said Pilkins suddenly.
what's the matter with me getting In ON
some OF this easy money! I've got a bank.
roll that isn't working"
w
Less Than a week later. Mr. Charles
Powell. fresh from his bath. rubbed his
rather pufy eyes and stared Al a note
witch a beliboy handed him II was a
triiie early FOR visitors. but II was Mr..
Powells boast that he Gever overlooked a
trick
show him up said he
He listened quietly to the recital
"Humphi" said he. al the end Of he bald
narrative And you fel. FOR that? I don't
need To tell YOU, do l. that never heard
Of this man Jones In my life? Where are
you frum2"
Overcome, Henry c. Pfkins spoke the
truth.
All. ha!" said Mr.. Powell. noe ling his
head You're one OF those wise small.
town guys They're always trying 10 get
something for nothing. and they fan for
stuu that was old before rucohorses we're
Ia entod. The best thing you can do. my
boy, Is TO go back where you came from
You Amt fast enough for the company
over here Good mornlng,"
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Henry G. Pilkins roncaed the street.
"a smalltown guy F" ho thought
A. the same tim, the Interesting Jsuoa
was dividing a slender roll Of bills with
Simmons, the bell BOY. and, oddly enough.
he vas saying the Rme thing.
He was only a fresh hick from the
eountry-one Of them smalltown fellows
with a short roll thought. from the way
h" talked, that he was there with a couple
OF thousand at least, but he only had a
hundred and twenty bucks
"A plkeri" said Simmons with great
contempt
Pilkins, kicking yiciously al the Autumn
leaves on the sidewalk. was arriving at the
conclusion. His healthy concoit. sud
denly stricken. was dying In agonies lie
remembered Circletown. II will be re.
called that the prodigal thought OF his
house after his money was spent
Pilkins had jast seven dollars and forty
cents IN the wide. wide world. and he owed
forty dollars at the hotel II would not do
10 20 back there.
A sudden resolution sent him down a
side street and into a small shop. The
window was filled with musical instru.
reyolvers. fiald glasses and jewelry
all the things which a man sacrifices
when tho pinch comes.
"How much?' asked Henry. pulling out
ais watch.
Eight dollars said the man. u
give my father a cent more"
The train was nearing Circletown In
The smoker sat a young man with his soft
bat pulled well down over his eyes The
landscape brought no JOY 10 him,
sad he was not smoking, because tobacco
md an empty stomach do not always agree
rhe young man remembered that Jennie
Purcell could Try a chicken IN a way to
IN the memory, aud after that he
emembered that he had not done well In
ailing 20 write 10 the young lady.
After all. there were no friends like the
I'D friends. Jennie would be surprised to
zee him lie could imagine the light In her
yes as he walked through the gate. Jen.
lie had rather fine eyes, he remembered.
II was almost dinner.tlme. The young
nan felt for his watch. sighed. and allowed
is stomach TO tell him that Il Was close
Circletown's evening mealtime
Ten minutes after the train stopped. hs
ing the bell AZ the Purcell home.
Land o. Gosheni" said q voice. III Il
Henry Pilkinsi"
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