The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1919-05-17
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BY Floyd Hamilton Hazard
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Da1 tree, III spite VI ali untOWard cir
jeumstances.
It was at least third larger than
Zones himself, and, for this reason. the
xreater part of the time, he had a
arm conviction that Jones was quite
q man. and equal to almost any high
achievement.
He was an alert. practical, business
man, with large stock of knowledge
dearly purchased at the University of
Hard Work and there was brick dust
in his hair. His eyes were of deep,
.comprehending blue, and when there
was anything worth seeing he seldom
CLOSED them. His trim appearance was
greatly in his favor; but for the past
week it had availed him nothing.
Was it his fault that the old firm
had failed?
"No, it was not
Was it his fault that his weary
search for another position had so far
proved utterly fruit'ess?
Again no!
Was he to blame because his say.
ings had melted away?
Well hardly!
He was standing on the curb, at the
intersection of Fifth av nue. and Thir-
ty-fourth street. in New York, modify
rehearsing in his mind his recent expe-
riences. as he abstractedly watched the
people in the dining room Of the enOr-
nous hotel opposite.
"What week."
His search for similar work had de-
generated into a frantic scramble for
any kind of work at all. And how, on
nothing, pay rent and doctors bills and
acquire food and cash to 60 on?
"Great heavens!" he thought. "If
only I had some cash"
Cash! Cash! Cash! beat in on his
brain.
SCOT to have it! Can't get ity said
Jones.
"Can get It'll" answered Jones' spir-
h. Keep a-soing. Can and will get
It."
I'm hungry" complained Jones.
"Shucks!' scoffed his friend. ''Pull
In your belt couple Of holes"
At the edge of a pile of gutter-rub-
Dish near Merry's, he noticed string
Of pinkish beads.
"The little girl that lost them won't
mind il I give them to Helen" he
unused, as he slipped them into his
pocket. "a trifiing present and a
doubtful one. but big help at that.
It isn't her fault that she doesn't
know I'm on. of work."
He cleaned them in the fountain and
placed them in the lonely security OF
bis empty purse.
A copy of the mornings paper was
stuck between the Stats of the bench
on which he sat. He was too tired, too
harassed by doubt and fear and hun
ger, to read so he carried it with him.
This spirit a. his made him stop to
sympathize with little girl on roller
skates, who had fallen and bumped her
nose, near his home. 1t also nerved
him to greet the doctor at the entrance
to this up-to-date tenement.
"Hallo, doc! How's my wife," ne
genially inquired, with sinking heart
"All right" was the reply. 1.-THE cri-
sis came at noon today, and she VIII
recover, if you can manage the diet
But how about my billy
Again was Jones prompted.
"How about your bill? Why! Aren't
you Doctor Billy" he laughed. "Can
let you stop treatment yet, you Know
See you tomorrow"
Satisfied. the doctor left him; but
there was another touch needed 10
almost complete his misery. Jones met
the agent.
"Your rent has been overdue nve
days" was this individuals pleasant
salutation.
II know it." answered Jones nonchai-
antly. "Would a check on the FIRST
Commercial do you right now! nc
aueried in a bantering tone.
ut would, II I could get It," was the
reply in forbidding tones.
"Well!" said Jones cneeriuiy'
Don't look so grouchyi Let's De nap.
py. Come round and see me tomorro"
night.s 49,
Hts feet seemed fastened to the
steps as he slowly dragged them ny
the i've flights Of stairs. but afteI IN.
chick Of the latch-key his heavy near.
was lifted by a glad cry as ne entereo
the little three-room fiat.
Cyrus! Oh, you dear! Ioln.
quickly and let me press you CLOSE
The doctor says I will soon De wen
Welt Yes! Completely and souna's
well! What do you think OF thatE
"Think !" he choked. as he bent over
the bed and kissed his invaiio wIe .
'Why, Helen, darling! cant 'iinA
for the glory Of it" 81.
.Hooray! shouted Jones ana us
spirit. "Hooray!"
There was q wall from the crio "
the bedside.
"Hallo, son!" he cried, as ne causn'
nm the baby and kissed him. MON
mer is a goin' e get WE'LL Dye nea.
thati Yes, siri Listen 70 !nat ano
Quit it-you dear little indian!
he drew up q chair and sat neaNis
upon IT. the child in his arms.
.Whst is It that you need tonight
49, - he inquired.