Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1931-12-31

slant. Then he battered away. go
wherever you pliss after tonight I;
I've got radio" Then over his
shoulder: Come back Saturday and
get your pay"
There was no answer 10 make
There was nothing TO do. The man
In the corner had asked for his check
Joe looked in his direction and forced
a broken smile.
Il guess that's that" he said. The
man smiled in return, then raised his
brows sharply. Joe obeyed the sum-
mons.
Fired you, eh?'
Eyes, sir"
A pause followed I'm which the
diner surveyed the room quickly, yet
with nothing In his pale blue eyes
except the most casual of glances.
Broker"
Eyes. sir; fiat"
Its tough" He chewed at his
lower lip. Then he leaned closer.
Tell you what you do. Be at Eighth
street and Seventh avenue in an hour.
Just stand on the corner. III pick
you up In car. Well take a little
ride together. 1t might be something
TINT You can't afford to pass up"
Eyes, SIR"
The steps of Fullhouse sounded in
the hall The man reached for his
check, rose and brushed past Joe
Barry. When the waiter arrived In
the dining room, the diner was at the
door. with the exact change ready.
Then he took the hat which Fullhouse
proffered him and lighting a cigarette,
moved casually forth to the shadowy
street beyond
1t was some time after the machine
had picked him up before Joe Barry
could pull himself out OF his daze. He
had not expected q Limousine and
chauffeur, even .'whoopee' would
have meant comparative luxury to
him. He hadn't noticed the car when
1t had pulled swiftly up to him where
he waited, other than that 1t was
big and rich and cleaning. Neither
did he now notice that the rear cur
tain was pulled and that his benefac-
tor sat well back in his side OF the
seat. so that no lights fell upon him
from the street. For a time, there
was silence. Then:
well, since we've got to get &C
Quainted sooner or later, I'm an at
torney. John B. Martin, 60 Wall
street.
yes, SIR
There was silence for q time. It
was nearly midnight now; traffic was
light. Martin Strengthened, and leaned
forward.
well, boy he said. suppose you
tell me few things about yourself.
Been In New York long7'
Eyes, sir. Three years. Anyway,
1t seems long time"
'Whered You come from7r
Missouri. Waverly; It's an old town
on the River Ny folks lived about
four miles from there"
"Still live there,"
mo, sir. They're dead"
Got lots OF relatives around there7
Most country people have
Joe Barry shook his head.
mo, sir. We just sort Of drifted.
Ny dad was farm tenant"
IN
where you've got relativesg''
There was slight wait.
Il don't know OF any"
And so. In a jam like you're In now
broke and out OF Job. there's no
body you can really turn to. That TT"
Yes, SIR Then suddenly: 1--WE
kind OF lost heart, here In New York"
why did you come here, anyway
Everybody told me could get rich
here" Interest had loosed the gates
Of a tacitnrnity developed though the
long knowledge that nobody cared and
nobody wanted to know. II used to
play for dances around Wayerly and
everybody thought was great Final
ly 1t got so they didn't want the reg
ular orchestra at all, just me-"
$50 they thought you were pretty
good around Waverly. Then they
kidded you into coming to New York.
When you got here, Broadway told
You to 60 get rep, Is that itsn
Eyes, sir"
"How long have you been at
Louies7'
About year,
Been working at this rooming
house on Third avenue about the same
length OF timer"
Joe Barry answered In a surprised
affirmative. Martin enlightened him:
Il was In the restaurant last night
when Louie was talking about send
ing up for you. Well. now you're out
OF job. Nobody cares what happens
to you. You don't care much your
self, do you:'
mo, sir"
'Then how would YOU like to ret
ten thousand dollars for a few years
work."
Joe Barry's lips parted, but he said
Even If he could have
thought OF something to say. there
would not have been the power to
utter Ii. Martin leaned closer