The Holbrook news., 1922-06-30

was standing in the doorway.
 Might you would want good suit of quality clothes. my friendt." he sug- gested.
 You've begged me right" agreed the westerner with his ready smile. Lead me to It."
 Mir Bernstein personally conducted his customer to the suit department. Il wait on you myself on account you was a stranger to the city," he ex- plained.
 The little man took suit from a rack and held it at arms length to ad- mire it. His fingers caressed the wool of it lovingly. He evidently could bring himself to part with it only after a struggle.
 "Worsted. Fine goods." He leaned toward the range-rider and whis- pered secret. Imported"
 Clay shook his head. Not what 1 want" His eyes ranged the racks. This Is more my notion of the sort of thing 1 like" He pointed to a blue serge with a little stripe in the pat tern.
 The dealer detached the coat lov- ingly from the hanger and helped his customer into 1t. Then he fell back, eyes lit with enthusiastic amazement. Only fate could have brought together this man and this suit, so manifestly destined for each other since the hour when Eve began to patch up fig leaves for Adam.
 Like coat of paint" he murmured aloud.
 The cowpuncher grinned. He under stood the business that went with sell ing a suit in some stores. But 1t hap pened that he liked this suit himself. How much?" he asked.
 The owner of the store dwelt on the merits of the suit, its style, its dur ability, the perfect fit. He covered his subject with artistic thoroughness. Then, reluctantly, he confided In whisper the price at which he was go- ing to sacrifice this suit among suits.
 ITO you, my friendt, I make this garment for only sixty-five dollars" He added another secret detail. Below wholesale cost"
 A little devil of mirth lit in Lind says eye. I'd hate to have you rob yoreself like that. And me a perfect stranger to you too."
 "Qvality, V understan' me- Which a man must got to live garments like I done to appreciate such suit. All wool. Every thread of ir. Unshrink- able" Mir. Bernstein caressed 1t again. "One swell piece of goods" he told himself softly. almost with tears in his eyes.
 Al wool, you say" asked Clay, feel ing the texture. He had made up hiT mind to buy it, though he thought the price bit stiff
 Mir. Bernstein protested on his honor that there was not a thread of cotton in it. (Which you could take it from me that when sell a suit of clothes 1t is like I am dealing with my own brother" he added. Every gar ment out of this store takes my per sonal guarantee"
 Clay tried on the trousers and looked at himself in the glass. So far as he could tell he looked just like any other New Yorker.
 The dealer leaned forward and spoke in a whisper. Apparently he was ashamed of his softness of heart "Fifty-five dollars-to you"
 ''T'll take It," the westerner said
 The clothier called his tailor from the rear of the store to make an ad- justment in the trousers. Meanwhile he deftly removed the tags which told him In cipher that the suit had cost him just eleven dollars and seventy five cents.
 Half an hour later Clay sat on top of d Fifth avenue bus which was jerk ing Its way uptown. His shoes were shined to mirror brightness. He was garbed in. a blue serge suit with a little stripe running through the pattern. That suit just now was the apple of his eye. It proved him New Yorker and not wild man from the Arizona desert.
  cut across to Broadway, passed Co., lumbus circle, and swept into the Drive. It was day divinely young and fair. The fragrance of lingering spring was waited to the nostrils. ;Glimpses of the park tempted Clay Its wind- ing paths The children playing on the grass while their maids in neat caps and aprons gossiped together on the benches near! This was the most human spot the man from Arizona had seen in the metropolis.
 Somewhere in the early three-figure streets he descended from the top of the bus and let his footsteps follow his inclinations into the park. He struck across the Drive into side street. An apartment house occupied the corner, but from the other side row of hand some private dwellings faced him.
 The janitor of the apartment house was watering the parking beyond the sidewalk The edge of the stream from the nozzle of the hose sprayed the path in front of Clay. He hesi- tated for a moment to give the man time to turn aside the hose.
 But the janitor on this particular morning had been fed up with trouble. One of the tenants had complained of him to the agent of the place. Another had moved away without tipping him for an hours help in packing he had given her. He was sulkily of the opin- ion that the whole world was in conspiracy to annoy him. Just now the approaching rube typified the world.
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