The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1922-05-12
CHAPTER III
The Bio Town.,

me Big own.
When Clay stepped from the station
at the Thirty-fourth Street entranc
New York burst upon him with wha
seemed almost a threat. He could heal
the roar of 1t like a river rushing dow1
a canyon. Clay had faced a cattle
stampede. He had ridden out a bliz
zard hunched up with the drifting
herd. He had lived rough all his youns
and joyous life. But for a moment be
felt a chill drench at his heart that
was almost dread. He did not know q
soul In this vast pOpulace. He was
alone among sever or eight million
crazy human beings.
He had checked his suitcase to be
free to look about. He had no destina-
ton and was in no hurry. All the day
was before him. all Of many days. He
drifted down the street and across to
Sixth venue.
Chance swept him UP Sixth to Her.
aid square. He vas caught in the
river Of humanity hat races up Broad
way. He wondered where all this rush
Of people was going. What crazy i'm
pulses sent them surging to and frof
And the girls-Cay surrendered to
them at discretion. He had not sup
posed there were 80 many pretty, we'll
dressed girls In the world.
First of I'm goin' to get me a real
city suit Of Clothes" he promised him.
self. "This here wrinkled outfit 10
some too wOOlly for the big town. It's
q good suit yet-most az good az when
I bought 1t at the Boston store In
Tucson three years ago. But 1 reckon
I'll save 1t to 80 home In"
he stopped In front Of a store above
which was the legend II. Bernstein,
Mems Garments" A small man with
sharp little eyes and ell-defined nose
was standing In the doorway.
might you would want a good suit
Of quality clothes, my friendt." he sug-
you've pegged me right" agreed
the westerner with his ready smile.
Lead me to It."
Mr.. Bernstein personally conducted
his customer to the suit department.
i wait on you myself Oh account you
was a stranger to the CITY," he ex-
planned.
The little man took q suit from a
'ack and held it at arms length to ad-
nire 1t. His fingers caressed the wool
# 1t lovingly. He evidently could
ring himself to part with 1t only after
struggle.
"Worsted. Fine goods" He leaned
oward the range-rider and whiS-
'ered a secret. Imported"
Clay shook his head. Not what /
His eyes ranged the racks.
This is more my notion of the sort of
hing | like" He pointed to a blue
erge with a little stripe In the pat
ern.
The dealer detached the coat low
lgly from the hanger and helped his
lstomer into it. Then he fell back,
yes lit with enthusiastic amazement.
My fate could have brought together
lis man and this suit, SO mantfestly
for each other since the hour
hen Eve began to patch up fig leaves
n Adam.
Like a coat Of paint" he murmured
oud.
The cowpuncher grinned. He under
God the business that went with SELL
g a suit In some stores. But 1t hap
med that he liked this suit himself.
low much?" he asked.
The owner Of the store dwelt on the
erits Of the suit, its style, its dur
'ility, the perfect At. He covered his
bject with artistic thoroughness. :
Zen, reluctantly, he conf1ded in q I,
the price at which he was go ,
g to sacrifice this suit among suits. !
ITO you, my friendt, I make this !
for only sixty-1ve dollars" I
added another secret detail. Below ;
hOlesale cost"
A little devil Of mirth lit In Lind :
Us eye. I'D hate to have you rob !
reselflike that. And me a perfect
ranger to you too.'s ~ !
'Qyalitys y understan. me. Which :
man must got to live garments like
done to appreciate such q suit. All i
Every thread Of IL Unshrink- /,
le" Mr.. Bernstein caressed It again. :
swell piece Of goods" he told i
nseIf softly almost with tears In his r