Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-08-20

of cash in his pocket did not disturb
him. He felt sure that his suitcase,
plastered with foreign stickers and
the eclat OF his signature, would give
him unquestioning credit.
with bath, Of course" remarked
the clerk, in an it-couldn't- be- other
wise tone of finality.
Vinton nodded.
"Of COURSE" said he.
He felt a bit vexed at not being
able to tip the boy who escorted him
aloft. for he had always strewn
largeese with free hand: but he
expected there would be annoyances
for while until he could get him
self established in this new manner
of life.
Alone in his room. he lighted his
pipe again and sat down for good
think. He leaned back in the morris
chair, blew smoke at the chandelier.
and pondered deeply. Regrets he felt
none; fears he scorned. Anyhow. the
thing had been inevitable. Sooner
or later it had been bound to come.
1t was merely another case OF the
new blood conflicting with the old.
Now. what was the next move to
be? His mind logically considered
the problem of life as an independ-
ent. self-supporting unit of society.
Obviously he would have to find a
job--a position. he mentally called IT
Yes, of course; but at what work?
No doubt he could annex gilded
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fathers friends or business asso-
ciates. None of them would dare re-
fuse. But this indirect levying on
the governors resources profoundly
repealed him. No--nothing of that
sort would do.
He must. then, shift for himself,
entirely outside the familiar paths Of
acquaintance. Naturally he turned
to his hoped-for profession, writing.
He would write He would devote
himself arduously to the game, and
make good! With this determination
in mind. and with many pure and
lofty thoughts of Sylvia, the exile
laid himself down to sleep that night.
glad in the consciousness that today
had closed the old era; that tomor-
row would open new one.
Morning found him less optimistic.
Something In the raw and blustery
day--a bad one, even for Boston
and In awakening outside his own
quarters, depressed him. AS he lay
bordering the new turn OF events.
uneasy doubts began to develop. Had
he been diplomatic enough? Had he
exhausted oil the possibilities of
compromise before having made the
break? Had not anger and certain
auixotic romanticism driven MIN
overhastily to this step?
lie thrust these fancios from him
as being unworthy of man. A cold
shower and hot breakfast revived
his courage and his energies. After
all, life was good. Thoughts of his
mother still troubled him, to he sure,
but he suppressed them. Now that
his decision had been made, moth
Ing In the world should turn him
from 1t.
After breakfast he sat bordering
for a few minutes in the hotel lobby
He would not see Sylvia till after
noon. at the little East Boston flat
Before telling her the news he must
find some foothold. Pride dictated
this solution. Once he could make
connections with some magazine or
newspaper, the rest would be easy.
At about half-past nine he sailed
forth. looking for job--at novel ex-
perience, thought he, and by nc
means displeasing A red Marcel,
sun had burned thru the earle.
morning blaze. Under the fresh
breeze the puddled streets were rap
idly driving. The city seemed brisk
hopeful, energetic.
Gladdened by the thought that be
now had some right among all these
busy folk--for he, too. was going to
| work,-he struck down Boylston
street at good pace. lie CROSSED
the Public Garden, where already the
flower beds were being prepared for
crocuses and tulips, trnversed the
Common. over which flocks OF pig
cons were flying In the morning sun
| and SO reached. Park street. Some
few minutes late. Hosmcr Gllmurtlp
editor OF the Continental Review
| was handing back to him three OF
his most careful essays with an in
finitude of regrets.
Still optimistic, Bradford went the
rounds OF all the offices where hi
had sent manuscripts, or where hs
thought he night try leaving some
Net results CT the mornings exc. :
| tions--rs thing but promises, excuses
and regrets.
Noon found him hungry and lit
tie worried. Puzzled, he returned tc
the hotel for lunch, where he econ
omiaed as best he knew how His
bill came to only Is cents, which he
regarded 40 q notable instance OF
frugnlity.
After lunch he called Sylvia on the
telephone, apologized for not having
communicated with her sooner. and
begged her to cut short her work
late that afternoon and see him. She
sensed trouble in his voice, and asked
what 1t might be; but he evaded the
question. With q little message OF
love he said good bye and once more
resumed his quest for work.
The afternoon proved as fruitless
as the morning had been. He found
nothing. Toward o'clock he was at
Sylvia's door. In the little hallway
of the flat he took her in his arms
and kissed her-kissed her and felt
her kisses In return, and knew that
the penalty exacted Of him for such
joy was nothing.
The girls intuition told her tina,
what she had OWNED that morning
was real. Bradford was in trouble.
She held his face between her hands
looked anxionsly at him In the vague
light, ana questioned: