The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1920-08-09

his harsh voice. He danced. Aowicd.
ravcd and otherwise disturbed tho
welkln.
The policeman twiried his club.
turned hts back TO soapy and re-
marked to citizen.
"'Tis one OF them Yale lads ccic-
bratin' the Eeos. esq they give to
tho Hartford college. Noisy. but no
harm. We've instructions to lave
them be"
Disconsoiate. soapy erased his un.
avalilng racket. Would never po-
ilceman lay hands on himY In his
fancy the Island seemed an unattain.
able Arcadia lie bustoned his thin
coat against the chilling wind
In a cigar store he save a well.
dressed man lighting a cigar at a
swinging light His silk umbrella he
had set by tn, door on entering.
soapy stepped lnslde. occurred the
umbrella and sauntercd off with II
slowly. The man at the cigar light
followed hastily.
My umbrella" he said sternly.
''oh. IL ~" sneered soapy. adding
insult 20 petit larceny. 'weiI. why
don't you cali a policeman ! took
IL. Your umbrella Why don't you
call copg There stands one on the
corner
The umbrella owner siovhd his
sfrpk- soapy did iikewir. with q
prcsenument that luck would again
run ngstnse HIM r'hs posSc<sstsn
looked IT the two curiosisiy.
"of course" said the umbrella
man--"thst is--weil- you know how
these mistakes occur--f--if It's your
umbrella hope you VIII excuse me
II picked Il up this morning In u
restaurant you recognize Il as
yours. why--f hope you'll
'of course it's mine" said soapy.
vieiousiy.
Tho ex.umbrelia man r~treatrd.
The policeman hurried 20 assist
tall blonde In an opera cloak across.
the street IN front Of n street car
that was approaching two blocks
away.
Soary walked eastward thru a
street damaged by improvements. He
hurled the umbrella wra,hfully into
an excavation. He nuttsrcd axninst
the men who wedr helmets and carry
clubs. Because he wanted TO fall
into their clutches. they seemed 20
regard him as n king who could do
no wrong.
At length soapy reached one OF the
avenues 10 the east where tho glitter
and turmoil were but faint lie set
his face down this toward Madison
Square, for the homlng Instinct sur.
wives even when the home Is a park
bench.
But on an unusually quiet corner
Soapy came to atandstiil. Here
was an old church, quaint and ram.
bling and gabled. Thru one violet.
stained window. n soft light glowed.
where. no doubt. the orgnnisi loltcred
over the keys. making sure OF his
mastery OF the coming Sabbath an.
them. For there drifted out 20
Soapy's cars sweet music that caught
and held him transfixed against the
convoiutions OF the iron fence.
The moon was above. lustrous and
serene: vehicles and pedestrians were
few: aparrows twittcred sieepily in
the eaves--for little while the scene
might have been a country church.
yard. And the anthem that the or.
ganlst played ccfncn.sd Soapy TO the
iron fence. for he had known II well
In the days when his life contained
such things as mothers and roses and
ambitions and friends and immacu.
late thoughts and collars.
The conjunction OF Soapy's rcccp.
tive state OF mind and the influences
about the old church wrought n sud.
den and wonderful change In his soul.
He viewed with swift horror the BIZ
into which he had tumbicd. the de.
graded days. unworthy desires, dead
hopes, wrecked faculties and base
motives that made up his existence.
And also In n moment his heart
responded thrillingly TO this novel
mood. An instantaneous and strong
impulse moved him 10 battle with his
desperate fate. He would pull him.
self out OF the miro; he would make
n man OF himself again; he would
conquer the evil that had taken pos.
session OF him. There was time: he
was comparatively young yet: he
would resurrect his old eager ambl.
tlons and pursue them without faltcr.
ing. Those solemn but sweet orgnn
notes had set up revolution In him.
Tomorrow he would go into the roar.
ing downtown district and find work.
A fur importer had once offered him
place as driver. He would find
him tomorrow and ask for the posi-.
ton. He would be somebody In the
world. He would
Soapy felt n hand laid on his arm.
He looked quickly around into the
broad face OF a policeman.
what are you doin' here?" asked
the officer.
"Nothin'," said Soapy.
Then come along" said the police
man.
Three months on the Island" said
the magistrate In the police court
the next morning.