Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1921-07-23

nor tomorrow, but today? I can't do
| anything for her. You know I'm the
| janiter and corresponding secretary of
| the Down and Out Club. ! thought you
could make a newspaper story out of
! it and win out a piece of money on
| general results. But, anyhow. don't you
see that she's got to get back home be-
| fore night?"
And then I began to feel that dull,
| leaden, soul depressing sensation known
| as the sense of duty. Why should that
| sense fall upon one as a weight and
| burden? I knew that / was doomed that
day to give up the bulk of my store of
! hard wrung coin to the relief of this Ada
/ LOwery. But | swore to myself that
! Trips whiskey dollar would not be
forthcoming He might play knight
Grant at my expense, but he would in
! dulge in no wassail afterward, commem-
Grating my weakness and gullibility. Is
kind of chilly anger ] put on my coat
and hat
! Trip. submissive, cringlng, vainly en-
! deavoring to please, conducted me via ths
street cars to the human pawnshop OF
/ Mother McGinnis. I paid the fares. 1t
seemed that the collodion- scented Don
Qulxote and the smallest minted coin
were strangers.
Trip pulled the bell at the door Of the
moldy red brick boarding house At its
faint tinkIe he paled, and crouched a. a
| rabbit makes ready to spring away at the
sound of a hunting dog I guessed what
life he had led terror haunted by the
! coming footsteps of landladies.
Give me one OF the dOllars-quick :"
he said
The door opened six inches Mother
McGinnls stood there with white eyes
| they were white, I say-and yellow face
| holding together at her throat with one
| hand dingy pink flannel dressing sack.
| Trip thrust the dollar through the space
without a word, and it brought US entry.
shes in the parlor," said the Nc
! Ginnis, turning the back of her sack
4 upon us.
| In the dim parlor a girl sat at the
cracked marble comfortable, weeping
comfortably and eating gumdrops She
! was n hawess beauty Crying had only
made her brilliant eyes brighter, When
she crunched a gumdrop you thought
! only of the poetry of motion, and envied
! the senseless CONNECTION. Eve at the age
Of five minutes must have been a ringer
for Miss Ada Lowery at 10 or 90 | was
introduced, and gumdrop suffered neg
lect while she conveyed 10 me a naive
/ interest, such as puppy dog Ga Prize
winner) might bestoW upon a crawling
beetle or frog.
Trim took his stand by the table with
the fingers Of one hand spread upon It.
| as an attorney or a master of ceremonies
might have stood. But he looked the
master Of nothing His faded coat was
F! buttoned high. as II II sought 10 be
charitable to deficiencies of tie and linen.
I thought Of Scotch terrier at the
! sight Of his shifty eyes in the glade be
tween his tangled hair and beard. For
one ignoble moment I felt ashamed of
| having been introduced as his friend In
the presence OF SO much beauty in dis
tress. But evidently Trip meant 10
conduct the ceremonies, whatever they
might be. I thought detected I'm his
actions and pose an intention or foistinS
the situation upon me as material for
newspaper story. IN a lingering hope OF
extracting from me his whisky dollar.
My friend" q shuddered) Mr.. Chill
mers' said Trip, will tell you. Miss
Lowery, tho same that 1 did. He's a