The Washington herald., 1920-05-05
coxrrsUED FROM PAGE oxE.


against the cold bars OF his iron
bed, and read Clark, Russclrs sea
yarns. The delicious relief. Of tho
cool metal applied to his srnarting
sole5 was his nightly Joy. His
favorite novels never palied upon
I him; the sea and the, adventures
OF its nayigators were his sole in
tellectual passion. No millionaire
was ever happier than James Tur-
ner taking his ease.
whA James left the hat-ciean-
ing shop he walked three blocks
out Of his way home to look over
the goods Of a secondhand book
stall. On the sidewalk stands he
had more than once picked up q
paper-covered volume of Clark
Russell at half price.
While he was bending with
scholarly stoop over the marked
down miscellany OF cast-off liter-
airy goods. old Tom the caliph
sauntered by. His discerning eye.
made keen by twenty years expe-
rience in the manufacture OF
laundry soap (save the wrappersD
recognized instantly the poor and
discerning scholar, . worthy OBJ
ject OF his caliphanous mood. He
descended the two shallow stone
steps that led from the sidewalk
and addressed without hesitation
the object Of his designed munifi-
cence. His first words were no
worse than salutatory and teuta-
tive. " ?,
James Turner looked up coldly.
with "Sarto- lleSartus" in one
hand ard a Mad Marriage" in
the other. -,
Beat it," said he. II don't
want to buy any coat hangers or
town lots In Hankipoo; n. ]. Rnn
along now. and play with your
Teddy bear"
Young man." said the calipn.
ignoring the fi!ppaacy OF the hat
cleaner. 81 observe that you are
OF g studious disposition. Learn
ing Is. one OF the fiji est things in
the wsrid. / never had any of
IL worth nlen3oaing. but ad-
mire to see it in others. I come
from the West. where We imagine
nothing but facts. Maybe
couldn't understand the poetry
and illusions in the books you
are picking over. but I like to
see somebody else seem to know
what they mean Now, I'd like
to make you proposition. I'm
worth about $4,000, coo. and Pm
getting richer every day. / made
the height Of IL manufacturing
Aunt Patty's Silver Soap. in
vented the art of making H. I
experimental for three years be-
fore l just got the right quan-
tity OF chloride OF sodium sOlu-
:ion and caustic potash mixtur"
to eurdle properly. And after !
had taken some 100000 out o.
the soap business I made the rcs.
In corn and wheat futures. Now,
you seem to have the literary
and scholarly turn of character:
and I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll
pay for your education at the
finest college in the world. I'll
pay the expense of your rummag-
ing over Europe and the art gall
leries and finally set you up In a
good business. You needn't make
IL gap IL you have any objec-
tions- see by your clothes and
frazzled necktie that you are
mighty poor; and you can't af-
ford to turn down the offer. Well,
when do you want to begin?"
The hat cleaner turned upon
old Tom the eye Of the Big City.
which Is an eye expressive of cold,
and justifiable suspicion. of judg-
ment suspended as high as Haman
was hung. of representation. of
challenge. curiosity. defiancy. Gym
icism, and. strange as you may
\ think l., OF a childlike, yearning
for friendIiness and fellowship
that must be hidden when one
walks among the stranger
bands For in New Bagdad one,
in order to survive. must suspect
whosoever sits, dwells. drinks,
rides. walks or sleeps in the ad-
!, jacent chair. house, booth, seat,
path or room.
> Say. Mike" said James Turner,
what's your line, anyway-shoe
laces? I'm not buying anything.
You better put an egg in your
3, shoe and beat II before incidents
occur to you. You can't work of
any fountain pens or gold spec
: tacles you found on the street, or
' trust company certificate house
cleariAgs on me. Say. do I look
like I'd climbed down one of them
missing fire escapes at Helicon
Hall? What's vitiating you, any
y how"
- Son" said the caliph. in his
most Harunish tones, "as 1 said,