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ef t Broadway Jones From the Plag of George A. Cohan BDWAID MARSHALL Dbfrrihi, mi, kjaW. DUUanaai Ooquy SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I Jackaon Jonea, alctinajmad Sroviilway, beeauee of hla continual orliVatlon of New Ynrk'a areat thor iiahfar. la anxlnua to Kt away from hla put org of Jnneavllla. Abnr Jonaa, uncle, la vary arKry necaiiae HrnM- if refuaea to eettl" down and taka a in tha rum factory in wnicn na auo- AjmI tn M father' InferMrt. rvi a f 'i vw It iii.iu.. ifHiufiifid Informs Roadway that nVo left hlm y hla KtW la at hla dlapo!. Broadway fciakaa racnrd 11 in In heading tut hia far fcrtta street In New York. ClIAi'TER HI -With hla Haw Tor Hand, Robert WaJlaca. Broadway era tea baenaatlon hr hla extravavanoa on tha RTbIU War. Four jeara paaa and Broad -Way aiiddrnly Jl:ircvra that ha la not Ply truka, but heavily In debt. Ha ap ea to bla uncla for kaa and raoatraa package, of rtilna- gxiwi with tha aA aioa to chaw It and foraet hla troobloa, tla quietly aaaka work without wooooaa, OIAPTKR rV-Broadway what la Ntndd to a a farewell auppar to hla paw York frletida, and bfnra It U orar fcei innea nt(rd to Mr. Gerard, an an atont widow, waalthv and -vary artddy. CHAPTER V-Wallaca e postulate amh tha aged flirt and her youthful fanea. hut falla to better tha situation. P learna that Broadway la hroke and after him a ponltlcn with hla father ad awrtlalne; firm, but It V declined. Wallaoa H rharra of Bronrlwar'a alTatra CHAPTER VI H road way recalvaa a telegram announcing tha death of hla Uncla Abnar In Kuropa. Kroadway la hla fcole hair. Pater Pemhroka jf tha Oon nltdated Chawln rjiim company offers Proadway tl.MA.oni for hla yim plant and Iftroadway a-reo to cH. Wnttiice takea lb affair In hand and Ina1.il tint Broad pay hold off for ft btifiTT price and ruehea 'in to Jonaavlllo to consult Jurtn-e flnota- Brood, who waa Uncle Abnera attorney, CHAPTER Vff Tlrfl1wav Anita hla fcoyhood . playtnata. Joel Rlrhntrta. In ! fharra of tha plnnt anil falla In lvn with hr. Wallnra la mlMfn with Jmlna flpnla Sfood'a daughter. Clara. CT?APTFR VTIt Ji1 point out to Vroadway that by aiMi tho plant to tha tnit ho will ruin the town built by hi aUM-rntora and throw T'" inplry-.i nut ef pt.rk. Broadway 1tI1.-b thut he will not II. WatTne rrcplvi-a an oiTrr of tl.&O V0 from tha trtmt and la aniHird when Broadway turns It down. b CHAPTER IX Broartwuv ruplalns tha t nation aa rt forth bv Joala and Wal ra ajrrcea that It la flrnadway'a duty to Stick by tha town and b'a emiriovra. Tla uthorlca an announcement to tila wor ried employ aa that tho plant wilt not ba old. CHAPTKR X-Tlmidway rlalta tha JTnnt and .Tnala axplutna tha bualneaa l atla to him. CHAPTKR XT-Tlrnidway makea a epetrh to hla eniployeM whu In their n thnohiain rnrry Mrq around tho plant on their .ihouMera. CmPTt.lt X!f-remhml;e rails and Triii1-By turna down the Inteat offer ''f the rrnat and annoum-en that he lnton.li o fKht. Vplln.-e Intlmntea that bin fith r Hdverilxlnir uonr-y la hacklnv .l.inea nd t'lene a hlir ndK-ertlalna; rMiiiiin!rn. Mw, )rrard nrrlvea loolna- for lleoadwnv am) U )iooPd ha' k to Srvt York bv "Wnl- ; Her wrath was boiling fiercely no..', fcid she showed the stuff of which i-ho "wan made. She went closer still to llgpinB, never wavering; giving hack no Inch, although he towered above her. shaking with wrath, aud worked his clenching fingers omlnoiihly. "That will be about enough uow, Hlgglns; you get out of thla oillce." "I'd like to see anjbody try to put Toe out till I'm ready to go!" he shout rd. To his amazement Hnd to hers, it now developed that they had had a lis tener. An unexcltcd voice spoke from one side. "Oood morning. Vl.is Richards." She whirled, recognising tnstautly the tones. "Oood morning, Mr. Jones." Higgins stood there speechless, gaz ing at the newcomer with dropping jaw. Jackson waited not a second aft er he had greeted .Josle, tat marched tip to the belligerent foreman and tcod facing hlm, a nail but deter mined, not six Inches from the power ful, red-shlrted llgure. Instantly the foreman's nunuer changed. From the bully he became the fawner. "Oh, hello, Mr. Jones! I diilu'l know you were In town." "Yes, you did." Baid Jackson slowly, eoMly; "Mies Richards Jiibt told you. I've been standing out there listening to what you had to say. I remember you, Higgins. The only good thing I remember of you was that you were funny when you had crump;, ni the bwiuimlng hole. You always i re a grouch and forever nosing in other peot le's nffi'Irs. Now. I want to tell you something. This plant belongs to me, and it's iieo'l;. ' bubine wheth er I keep it. or sell it. or ghe It away. r0 you understand?" "Well," sai l Hlggini. hir in a;Klogy. half dully, "il.'j meu UBked ine to come bere and pet the informatiou." "They didu't ask you to come here and Insult this g.i!, did they? Now, 111 put you out of the office, and throw yon out of the plant, and drive you out . of the tow n if 1 hear any more red fire talk out of you." He paused, and Higgins stood, cmlte bumbled. "The trust isn't goiug to buy this plant, ' Bread a ay continued, while not only HiKg.i..', but Josde, gazed t him lBtr.:!y. gnitefully, startled by the pverv helmingly good news, "for the Mat '" reason that it itn't for sale, and M chii go and tell the meu I said so." . HU; ins now was much abashed. ftxu .orry I ws hasty, Mr. Jones. I Eldfl'i mean to lose my terapej-." "You doa't want to lose your Job, do rmr "No. sir." Thea go on: get out of here." Tea, air." The big workman turned to Josie. ? nop you'll forgive me. Mice fiicharde. I know I've rot a rot- ten fllapositiou, out my heart's In the right place." "I understand','' said Josle, who had known him all her Ufa. Til tell the men what you said. Mr. Jones," he said to bis employer that employer who had, in the past, em ployed no one more Important than a butler, a chauffeur, a Jap cook, or, tem porarily, a waiter or a bellboy. It gave Broadway quite a little shock. "Cosh! What a relief it will be to them all! It's made a different man out of me al ready." ' To their amazement he broke down, blubbering like a mammoth child. "Well, what are you crying about?" said Jackson, utterly nonplussed. "Because I'm happy," said the con tradictory Higgins. "There'll be oth ers to cry outside. You don't know what it means to us it saves our homes and families,-too, maybe." With that aud still Intently blubbering, he ! left them. "Can you beat that?" asked Broad- ( way, turning back to Josle. "He'a a , nice, cheerful little fellowt I'd like to be around him a whole lot!" I , CHAPTER X. j I There was another than the foreman j who was happier than ordinary words would have expressed, now that Jack son Jones had stated, with what seemed to be finality, that he intend ed to continue at the business which had made his fortune and had made Jonesvllle. Hut Josie felt a strange need for reserve In her young employ er' presence, a need which she had Dot felt the night before and one which sue coum not explain. Her impulse was to ruth into ex travagance of praise after he had sent the foreman out into the works to tell the men that he should not sell his patrimony to the trust, but for some reason which she would have found it difficult to explain fully she said not a word about It. Instead, she turned to him with matter-of-fact expression and the words of commonplace occasions. "Did you have a good night's rest?" He felt like saying something full of emphasis, whether in access of Joy or sorrow he was not certain, but he knew that any words which he could Hull Iia a.t..l.1 . - I . - nIuH M .... . . , ' lur nish him relief, and so hailed her com monplace question with a thrill of real relief. "My back is broken," he said with an expressive grimace and a writhe. "Who named that hotel?" "The Urund?" He nodded with another serio-comic facial nnllc. She luughed. "Is it as bad as that?" "There are men in prison for doing lens than running a hotel like that!" Almost he made the revelation of their startling midnight wanderings, but caught himself in time. "Why don't you open your uncle's home?" "My uncle's home?" he said, a little startled. lie had not thought of that. The suggestion probably did more to drive home definitely to his Inner mind the true significance of his decision to take up tho business than anything which had previously occurred. His unc le's home! AfU-r his father's death it had been hi . home; It had been the only semb lance of a home which he remembered, aiul his memories of it were harsh enouuh. in some details almost repel lent. His uncle had been hard; he had hod but little understanding of boy na ture; the house had been a sort of prison from which he could escape at Intervals each day. He had not even thought of opening It; it never had occurred to him that ht could ever live another day of his life there. Hut. now she spoke of it, why not? The place was grim, old fashioned, in ho.iplliii.de, forbidding, as bo many old New Kiisland houses are, aud as so many more New Kngland houses were ten years ago: hut that atmosphere was more that of its occupant than thai of tho old pluce itself. It must have b;en a joyous and free-minded Jones who chose the site for it, for it was very beautiful; It must have been an art is! Jones who chose the plain 1 for it, for Its denial; was of that beau tlful. pun old colonial which (barring skyscrapers) is tho only architectural merit Aimrira 1ms ct originated, and than which nothing is more truly beautiful; it must have been a social Jones who added the great wing to it, for in that wing were bedrooms, sit ting rooms, and a great dining-room quite plainly meant to we!o:ne many guests. Mis t-ieniorles of the hcU9? were oo-jiv and unattractive f.r (mm it imjiu 11m lHtuer aim ma motuei' nau been taken to their ilnal resting places. and in it he had spent few joyous hours. All the happiuess of his youth In Jonesille wete :ibsohued with the homes of others, public places, oat-of- dtiors; iie had heard ver little lnuth- ter In the old homestead, liut m'sbt it oot house happiness? He realised that It would make an ideal aeiiina lor pure joy. Still, it was in Jonesville! That made him wince. "You dou't think it will be u.-cessary for me to live in this town, do jou?" bhe nodded. She was rather glad to feel that it was right for her to-nod. She would have shrunk from revela tions of the sorrow which would cer tainly have filled her heart if it had transpired, now, that Kroadway was not to remain in Jonesville. She eveu shrank from an acknowledgment of this in hi r own heart. "The business will need your atten tion," she said gravely. He waved a hand whiih he tried to rufckd appear as if dispensing privi leges, but which, he knew, seemed more that of a 6hlrker. "Go right on with the business. Don't pay any attention to rae." She looked at him very gravely. Then, dropping her eyes, she took some uoer from the ,1pW want to a f 1 1 1 n k rnhlnet. deposited thm fth cur in their allotted !aceM, and slow ly went back to her desk. As she re turned she did not agln raise her eyes to his. "Have you thouclit of what we talUed about last niKht?" she asked. She made him most uncomfortable. He had begun to wonder, for the fr,t time in his We, if. possililj. he did not have a conscience. He hud never fa ken any obligation very seriously; mu'. lenly it seemed necessary for h!m to consider msny things with solemp, pondering mind, lie did not like It. It distinctly made hlm nervous. Whnt was the use of being heir to all Lis uncle's property if riehs brought the very thing which he had thought they might preserve hlm from dull care? Had he thought or what she had aid last night? He had thought of lit tle else! Had that train of thought been started by any human being other j than herself, ho would have bitterly resented the Intense discomfort It had caused hlm. Kven now hi3 voice was peevish when he answered: "Have t thought of It! All I dreamed about last night was poverty stricken families crying for their food. Thou- sands of men, women and children chased me through the streets, out of the town and into a wild forest where there was nothing but chewiiiggum trees." She let her head fall back, and luughed. He was so funny! Yet she plainly felt that there was truth in his complaiut. She believed he really had passed a most uncomfortable night. Perhups she was not very sorry that ho had. "Oh. I had an awful night," he mourned, 'i could have slept this morning, but the Ladies' Aid began tu rehearse their minstrel show across the street, so I got up and ordered breakfast." Having gone thus far he stopped, as if there could be nothing further to be paid, but Bhe did not understand the reason for his sudden silence. "Yes?" she inquired. "I)i ! you ever breakfast at the Grand?" he asked pathetically. "No," she smiled. "I dare you to!" he challenged. "It's the best hotel in town. All the theatrical troupes stop there." He nodded grimly. "The troupeo that play in Jonesvllle probably de serve it." She did not quite approve of this. She wns sure that she had seen some wondrous acting there in Jonesvllle Had she not wept her eyes out over a new play, entitled "East Lynne." the previous winter? Had not another novelty, which the bills announced came straight to Jonesvllle from a Judge, and Mrs. Spotswood. metropolitan run of mauy weeks, and hich was known as "The Two Or pnans, heia ner speuuouua tor an evening? Hail not the leading men in there prodr.ctlone been invariably very difi'. rc-iit in their appearance from any oi the Jonesville youth, and therefore romantically attractive; had not the leadii.g women woru enormous jewels anil extraordinary, yellow hair which she had envied fiercely? Her own hair was rich, dark brown. She thought it very commonplace. She looked at hlm somewhat coldly It wns plainly time to turn from ges sip to pure business.. "I've worked all the morning with the auditor iion a statement which shows the year's business up to the f :-ht of this month,", she notified hlm l.raei.- From an upper drawer of the bia desk at which she had been seated file secured a long, formiilubleloot -.ins paper and. risini;, approached him w ith it. "Po you care to so over it now' He eyd it asUance, as if it m'ght have been a dangerous thing and liabie to sting. Busiueas! Should he evei really discover how to feel the slight est Interest in it or understanding or it? "What a tiresome looking thing it was. ' No; not rit;ht now," he told her. cl most shivering. "I Mr. Wallace prom ised to do all that for me." She put the statement bsiet. luto her desk, a little disauDouited. " 1 ben Ho 11 be here this morning?" "Yes; he'll be here right awuy. lie had to ko to the barber shop." He laughed. "1 shave mself. thank God! he added fervently. Her manner now became more seri oua and rather nuzzling. It was not us If he had done anything which dis pleased her, it was not even us if she thought he might; it was only that of the delightful wor.iau who is wonder ing if. presently, the may not think he might. She was not suspicious, sho susneeted that she might suspect. Ho knew it; men always know when worn en are beginning to wonder if they had not better very soon begin to wonder It's the only Intuition mere men have. The others ate all feminine monopo lies. Presently, while he waited, acutely conscious that some unpleasant ele- nent had er.'ered Into the uftnation hits- i t- w, out aenseiy ignorant of its character; nd while she calmly went about the tislnens of her oflice management, at which, it may as well be stated now ever, she showed unmistakable signs f perfect competence, she went to a omplleated filing cabinet, extracted from it certain other papers, carried hem nemss the room to the dk near which he had found a seat, laid tho-m 11 that (lek, then slowly turned and faced him. ' "ho you know that Mr. Pembroke, of ne Consolidated, is here in town? he a?ked, after a second's hesitation. To her great satisfaction, which the would not lor the world have admitted, e did not hesitate before he an- wered; he did not try to beat around the bush; he indulged In no evasions or delays of any kind whatever. "Yes, I know it," he suid promptly. It may be that some detail in his tone or manner reassured her, at any rate her voice, when she spoke next, was free from a certain Icy hint of criticism which undoubtedly had crept into It "Did he come here with vou?" "No; he followed me here." "Have you seen hlm?" She made ! no Httemnt to fiffor nn piniro foe ' cross-examining him- she evidently! ne C0UI'1 not ,'nd words with which to nu,'uluce w,,,cn nniJ e"n mm 01 mw asked the question as an interested ! Proceed conversationally. All men are rAfiht and past-midnight oil at the un- party who has a right to be informed, i Was Bhe not a citizen of Jonesvllle and nn employe of the Jones Pepsin Gum ompany?" "No; I have not seen him, but Mr. Wallace saw him last night and turned down his offer, too." Instantly the reserve, which iritaiigi- bio but. rurcEtIble, had alected her. dropped from her. -St,e was no longet In the least suspicious. "Oh, I'm so glad!" she exclaimed cordially. But he failed to note this circum stance; he failed to ward against on coming danger. As a matter of fact he was not thinking of her as an employe of the Jones company, he was not thinki'ig about Jonesville, he was con sidering his own pressing need for money and the delightful possibility that through Pembroke, in one way or another, that need must be relieved. 1 Ie rose and paced the floor with light I and honefiil rrpari ulmllv wlihmit an. I prehension. "We gave him to understand that we ' wouldn't sell for less than a million j and a half." He said this half proudly. : Then, with the accents of a hoper: 'We expect him here at eleven o'clock with his answer." Her face took 011 a puzzled and dis approving frown. "But you just gave our word to the men that " Now he Bpoke definitely and crisply. ; No one listening to him could imagine hat he did not mean exactly what he said; that ho had not carefully consld- 1 red every meaning of each syllable that he was uttering. "Oh, don't be afraid," he assured . u r. I meant exactly what I said to , Higgins." 1 She sighed with real relief. "I don't mind telling you, MIbs Rich i ards, that when I came here jesterday my inteutlon was to sell this business ; and get it off my hands at any price ; or sacrifice." The mere statement of this evidently , past and goue Intention was a shock' to her. He noted, and not without emotion mind that: Broadway unmis takably was touched that her face I blanched at the thought of that which ' he had dehnitely decided not to do The young man was beginning to 1 think; be was forming some faint I realization of the fact that his own ! troubles were but somewhat unlrapor- i tant bubbles in a sea made up of everybody's troubles. The thought ! was forming In his mind that, while , he had been severely worried about ways and means for getting luxuries. these people, here in Jonesvllle, who had lived and probably would die wit!: out ever having heard the names rf many of the things his sybaritic soul had learned to crave, had felt them selves eonl routed by the possibility of loss of the necessities. Indefinitely, but for the first time in his life at all, he saw how grim the struggle for a bare existence is with j the majority; how, although they I strain and strive to their limit of abll-' ity, they never feel quite safe iu thair possession of the means for getting it i He acknowledged to himself a feeling of einbarrassmeut as he considered ta undeniable selfishness of his previoue But he brightened visibly, an fce fnt on. He had learned hia leseoc Vi'I hxd learned it thoroughly. morning." he said simply, "If he of fered every dollar he has iu the world. Mr. Wallace and I sat up talking it over until two o'clock this morning. I told him everything you said, and went over the whole situation with hlm. I promised to take his advice, and he's convinced me that the right thing to do is to stick right here and put up a light for these people, the same as my uncle did " Her reserve quite vanished; as is the way of women, she took credit for an intuition which her previous man ner had not indicated. Where she had been suspicious of a reason for sua plcion, she became enthusiastic over reason for enthusiasm. "I knew you would!" she cried. "I knew I knew you would!" She had not known he would; she h.-'J feared, bud half believed that he would not; but that now made not the slightest difference with her firm be lief that she had known he would. Nor had the fact that Broadway, a short minute before, had suspected, with j good reason, that she seriously doubt ed him, any influence whatever on his deep pleasure wheu he discovered that 'bc. did not did not because she could not. not beciutie she would not. Men do lift think clear to the bottom of these things. They take w hat wom m give them, when they give them anything, and ure humbly grateful and surprised because thov get a smile when they deserve ohe7 rather than a ' brick when they do not deserve one. i Nothing which the world has ever of fered to the gaie of the philosopher haa been one-half so pitiful as the as tonished gratitude of the right-minded male when he finds that the one fe- : male for whom he haa begun, con sciously or without his ksowledge, to ! live his life and do his deeds, does not utterly condemn him when he has done his level best and that best haa : been worthy. Men are the world's nat ural "come-ons," women the world's natural vendors of psychological, sen timental and often very raw gold bricks. . So when Josle soulfully declared that she had known he would, P.road-' way did not let It pasB with an unap preciatlve, "Of course you did." but looked at her with gratitude alight in his pleased face and humbly queried, "Did you?" For a moment the fact that she de clared that she had known he would be . decent and not villainously selfish so ' 1 completely overwhelmed him (and please do not forget that she, within a Jmite. had admltte d that she thought im capaoie or basest selfishness) that inal wa'- But presently he recovered self-pos session and continued: I "Now, I don't know an thing about I business, and I don't know anything I about money. I never did a day's work ' in my life for the simple reason that I never had to." He looked at her with a shamed ; smile, the first evidence that he had ever show n of am thing but pride in his ability to live idly with enormous and successful effort. "The only trial of skill into which I have entered since I went from Jones vllle to New York has been a general, endless contest with the world at large to see which could stay up the latest. I have generally won won in a walk." She was listening intently. All worn- cn are intent to brfnthlesBness when they are hearing any man tell bis 11 n- worthiness; if there is a hint of a con fession of real wickedness i:i his decla- ration they will listen with cn absorp tion which approaches u hypnotic trance. "I've never done anything ::ood. be cause I've never had anything good to aft?. S'WJ VMIf Can You Beat That7" i do," Broadway went on before be ! reached tho next full stop She sat absolutely spellbound. Did t-he feel a vivid hope that he would go into detail of the things whleh he hed doue which were not good? Such re citals always pain good women ex qulsitely, yet they never shun them. never interrupt them uever, by the 1 w" forget them or fail to have them at their ton;;-;' .1' ends afterwards when, by recalling them, they can abash the man who in a moment of uo guarded foolinhnes.-; has made them But Broadway told no details of his villainies. This was not brilliance or. his part; it was sheer luck. If sho was definitely disappointed her distress was more or less allevt ated the next moment, for he burst torth somewhat wildly: "What I've needed r.l! !rng wss ar, Incentive bomcthiiig to sum- on someintng to inspire. me. What I'Te needed was " He could not complete the seutence. It was as if his tongue had found an Insurmountable obslructiou in the groove of language w hich it had begun to follow and had to leap out to a side groove. An expression of disgust grew on his face. He hesitated, flushed, then reached his hand into his pocket ! aud drew forth the paper on which he hud labored with such assiduity and !such a tensely working, cheek manipu lating tongue in the small hours that morning. 1 "What I've needed was" he once j more r.nid, in desperate endeavor to i remember what came next, and, find- ing it impossible to continue with his 1 recitation, looked at her wild eyed, dis appointed, self-dleguit writ plain upon his face, and dropped his hands in I helpless and disorganized fashion to i his sides. "Can you beat that?" he demauded of the fascinated girl. "I knew that thing by heart when I left the hotel." Almost angrily he thrust the paper in to her receptive hands. "It took me hours to write that!" be ! earnestly declared. "Hours full of mos- j qulto-bltes! I got up early, too, and ' learned the thing by heart. But I j might have known that I'd forget it! I , never could remember anything." j She took the paper, glanced at It with highly kindled interest and was on the point of rnndin it when ih-ra MM -1 eni.' nn interruption. It was Sammy. Theie e.er is a Sammy ready to sfey i 1 ard spoil big moments In our 1103. "Are you too busy for com pnr.y?" he asked deliberately and Ir reverently. The Imp, though fat, wa '1'iite cognizant of the fact that he had col. e at the wrong ttomcnt, and his heart was filled with Joy because ho felt so certain of It "Who Is it, Sammy?" "Ma and -Clara." Josle sighed, then looked at Broad way with an Inquiry upon her face. II nodded. She thrust the paper ha had given her into the lop drawer of her desk. "All right, Sammy; tell them to come in." With a gravity like that of the sphinx, but with a glint of malice sat isfied in his small eyes, the fat boy ambled heavily to the door. With a voice as disproportionate to hla years as were his calves, he cried invitation to his mother and his sister. It was aa if they waited on the other side of a wide stream and ho was battling a howling tempest with his tones. His "All right, mom, come on In," rasped Broadway's nerves; the fact that he hnd failed In the delivery of the brief speakable Grand, a certain feeling (such as all of us have had) that bo was doing worthily while getting less than proper credit for it. made hfm hate Sammy at that moment. lie wondered if he might not throttle him in some deserted spot .before the day was over, looked him over careful ly, observed the size of his columnar neck, and hopelessly ' abandoned thought of it. His hands would never reach around it! The visitorBap pi ured. While attention waa distracted from hr, in answer to an Irresistible Im pulse. Josio took from the desk draw er tho paper Broadway had intrusted to her, and thrust It into a sacred, se cret place within her shirtwaist. Mrs. Spotswood, filled with the fine excitement of the matron who is cer tain that romance is working In her neighborhood, wns devoured by that modification of the spirit of the chase which Bends tho ladies, rich or poor, goo ', or bad. upon the scent of such ep.it.ive news with all the zest of sports men after squirrelg or elephants. She wat; inclined toward worry In regard to Jonesviile'a fate and elso Inclined to confidence in it hecause she haa known Broadway since he was a little boy (ah, what errors have good womea made because they have known some one since he waa a lit tie boy!) and knew that while ho might be "wild" be was not wicked, for his baby curls had been so sweet; pleaded beyond ex pression by the deep impression which her own delicious Clra had made u on Broadway's affluent, well-mannered, plainly competent friend animated by these various emotions and not less lhau twenty others which I have not ' n,1,t'rinS smile as she accepted her baby-mastodontc son's infant foK-whia- ' tic invitation. viuou uiunuug, josie. Josio smiied at her. although she had regretted her arrival almost as much as Broadway had. She had so w ished to read the words upon the ho tel letter paper which her new em ployer had spent half the night in writing. Mrs. Spotswood' smilo expanded till It fairly beamed at Joie before sho turned her eyes to Broadway, and then Khe started with surprise. It waa be cacse tihe had been certain he was there that she had come; a visit from her 10 the factory was an unheard-of thin;;; she had distinctly heard his voice as she had passed outside the open door, but now her deep astonlah-;:-.ont because he was within the room seemed almost overwhelming. "Oh. hello. Broadway!" . He smiled nervously and hurried for ward. Things hail not gone as he had wished, but he was not resentful. Nev er had he been so humble. Had he not, the night before, defaced that pa per with the talo of hLs humility and the details of his good resolves? Be tides, had not Mrs. Spotswood guard ed him in childhood Hgainst wrath at home on more than one occasion, and had she not, the previous evening, with the understanding and good humor of an angel, prepared for him that lemon ade which held the magic touch for which his system yearned? "I'm awfully to see you hare in .uts plant." jh". earn?tly assured hlu. He Spent Over $21 One Night. j and meant every word of ft Then : "Hid jou have a good night's sleep?" Even the question was a nervous shock, but he smiled bravely, although he shuddered slightly as be asked in answer, "How do I look?" "Grand!" she exclaimed. Now his shudder was not slight. "Hon't mention the name, please." "You must come to our house to sup per." "Believe me. I shall be glad to get it," he said fervently. Now her soul paid tribute to that ubtle hint of romanew whtrh w aa in