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Nw York V Inventions Sought by Capital. Write for free Book, PATENTS that FAY BEST H.S. & A. U. Laccy, Dept. 40. Washington, D. C. I dunging a gong. Jim swung her aboard us it she hud been a suit rase and paid an he entered ; the ear went lurching for ward, clanging again, and it was all dif ferent fmm everyday Sovonth avenue and common street ears, and Carrie forgot hIic was angry and cried: "Jim, it's an adventure! And are you going on the steamer tomorrow J" "No," Jim growled, trying to lie. so initio. ' ' Homo day, I guess, perhaps. If I get the jolt. Let me figure, won't you!" He did his figuring on a long envelope, and Carrie sat sideways and looked out of the window the way she used to when she was little. The ear crashed over Thirty-fourth street, swept past the great solemn railroad-station and on and on down strange, echoing reaches of the great Avenue. Beyond Twenty-third street they were in a region where Carrie never had been, and at Fourteenth street she felt as if they were in foreign lands. "We're pretty far downtown," she warned at last. "Two blocks." Jim slashed down a few figures on the envelope and stood up with a thumb on tho white button by the window. The car ground and stopped. "So, you're going to Mexico! " Carrie cried as they held off boforo the wind once more. "This is the road to Mexico! And, my! it's dark! " Dark it was, even in tho Avenue, and darker in tho street, where tho little brick houses all had llat-nosed steps, and big, block-shaped loft buildings were pushed in between them. "I didn't say Mexico," Jim said. "And I don't stand much ehanco to get tho job nny how." "Oh, well, Peru, then. Going to Peru just think! " Jim turned into a dark doorway, jing ling his keys; a door clicked and came open, as black as midnight. "It is late, Jim," Carrio said. "And T haven't got anybody you know uptown looking out for me." But she came inside as she said it, so what she meant was : ' 1 You must n 't kiss me." And: "You'ro on," Jim answered, meaning, "I won't." Ho llicked open a flaring cigar-lighter and showed her tho stairs, and up they went through tho great, dingy, strange smelling place, tho only human creatures in it, with thick darkness beforo and be hind them and big, dead-colored shadows moving on the walls. And Carrio took a long breath and cried: "It's coming truo! You'ro going to Peru! That's poetry, Jim. And, say, it 's nn ndventuro! " "M-m-yeo-ah," Jim growled. "Looks more like work to me. Getting right down to brass tacks." Ho lit the gas as ho said it, and tho words seemed to pop out of tho dark just as tho room did. Carrio turned on him like a flash. ' ' Why, of course ! ' ' sho cried. ' ' The brass tacks of adventure! Don't you scot And why Jim there they are!" It was funny, but there they were. They wero stuck all over tho place, queer looking, flat-headed, sharp-pointed brass tacks, not very big but perfectly real. Carrio pulled one out of tho huge high table to make sure of that, and as she held it in her hand she thought it had a trim, distinguished, devil-may-caro look that about suited an ndventurer off for Peru. Jim laughed with her, stripped off hat, coat and overcoat without a word, turned up his cuffs, shook down the little round coal-stovo and loaded it. "Now, Kiddie," ho said, turning to the table," you mnko vourself scarce." "Why, Jim!" "Oh, don't go! Just hang around. Keep on tho edge of tho crowd, for there's goiu' to be things doin', believe where tho devil " Ho wrenched tho long cnvelopo out of his fallen overcoat, scowled at it, rumpled his hair, then tenderly unwrapped a great roll of paper that lay at one end of tho table. "Como here," he ordered. "Look! Hero's tho plans. Six sheets. This is an elevation of the front. A picture, seof .Of the front of the building; building, building. Never mind what building. Now I've got her all worked out and executed ready to send, and she's no good. Fair stuff, see passable but it ain't got the punch. It ain't big, as wo wore savin' at the hash factory. Now, here's the entrance, see where you go in. Now, I'm a-goin ' " Jim's "g V dropped like autumn leaves before the wind of his growing ex citement "I'm a goin' to slam a tower up there that'll astonish tho natives. She'll be a hundred let me see sixty metres is a hundred an' eighty odd feet. That'll give 'em boniethin' to look at. Nothin' like that eer broke loose below Key West. All steel an' white tile, with those long construction-lines why, they'll nitty! Curves, Little One, curve! It's never been done. They don't dare to! Hut by criminy, we'll show 'cm!" "Good for you,' Jim! " Steel and construction-lines, curves and white tile were all as one to Carrie. Hut she heard that crackling, "They don't daro to" and shivered and she told herself that "criminy" wasn't real swearing, after all. So sho threw off hat and coat and stood to watch him sketch and figure, a pungent corn-cob pipe in his mouth, a sheaf of yellow pencils at his elbow. She could not take her eyes away from him. And lier heart sang that he was an adventurer really, a foot-loose treasure-seeker, with his face toward the shining Andes and nothing to help him but his own two hands. It was the old dream coming true. And then, the first question sho asked him smashed her dream into bits. "How much will it cost?" she said, while he was raking under the couch for a pilo of papers. "A million, Girlie. A million, gold." She thought he was joking. It was only when ho told her again that the sickening fear came to her. "A million dollars!" sho breathed. "And how much how would you bt paid?" "Architect's commission. Six per cent in this caso sixty thousand." Silently, sho picked up a pencil and worked out tho sum. She looked up from tho staring "$60,000" to Jim's puzzled working-faco; and then tho cold, dis heartening unbelief camo to stay. It was impossible. Thero was too much money in it. She, too, had tried earning money, and sho knew that it took a great man to mnko sixty thousand dollars at once, no matter what tho business was. And Jim wns no great man; ho was only a plain boy, rather cheeky and decidedly short tempered. Her henrt went fluttering again, though, when she got tho elevation ho had shown her and studied it. It was a pretty thing, all wreaths and delicato open work, with columns liko silver pencils and windows liko fine lace. Sho stnred at big jawed, black-browed Jim and wondered how ho could have it in him to draw any thing so dainty. It was wonderful. Hut thero was a million dollars in it, a million dollars! That grim reality of money seemed to bo weighing down liko a million tons of gold, and splintering nil tho graceful columns into rubbish. "This is bum architecture, Girlie," Jim groaned, just then, rubbing savagely with an eraser. "If a real architect ever sees it, 1 '11 bo shot, sure." Ho said it so drolly that Carrie had to laugh a little. "No," and ho took tho pencil out of his mouth to bo more serious. "That's straight. Why, this stuff is blasphemy. It's gingerbread. It's Luna Park on a jag. If that paper thero got shown around New York, I bet my own boss would fire me." "Havo you got a boss, .Tim!" "Why, of course. I told you I was a draughtsman. Twenty-five a week. I do all this stuff on tho side, mostly nights." "Nights! You poor boy! And I thought" Ho was too busy to ask what sho thought, and that wns lucky; for sho was thinking how she pitied him. This hustling, head-foremost, cheeky, thrilly Jim had been found out at last, and he was only the same earnest, mistaken little boy that he always used to be. Here he stood, night after night, building awny at this great palace in Pern and it was only a play-palace, like the play city ho built in the yard. She felt so sorry for him that immediately she hunted for something to make him some coffee in. He swallowed the coll'ee, steaming hot, in thiee gulps, shoved the cup away chit tering, and tacked down the big elevation with thudding big jabs of his thumb. And he did it all with such a rush, so much in earnest, so sure of himself, that Carrio felt a great gasping hope leap up. He might win. He mig'it and if ho should! " You're all right," lie was saying, as if his thoughts were a thousand miles away. He went at the paper, and a minute later asked, trailing a pencil along a rule: "Want to go home? it 's one o'clock." "1 I'd like to see the finish, if 1 don't bother. Can't I help you, Jim, some howf" "M-inni " Jim said thoughtfully. " Vou might, at that. Some of this plan work is just plain ditch-diggin '. You can start cross-hatching here, if you want to. Space just the way I have. Don't get too much ink on. Hero's your pen. There's the India ink. Go to 'it, now! " He was Jiard at the elevation in no lime, nnd Carrie took the queer, bow legged pen and began patiently drawing the little thin lines with it. When she had finished her little lines and was wait ing for more of them to draw, she swept tho floor, all except the part under the table, and straightened the blue-prints and pictures on the dun-colored walls, and then she ltegan on the shameful heap of dishes in the sink. At home sho always hated dish-washing. Hut these dishes we're different; they were Jim's dishes, and so, some how, they seemed to belong to her to wash. And just then, the snap of a breaking lead and a growl of muflled swearing camo over the screen from the tnble. "Stop it! " she called at him gaily, all her face in a smile. "M-m-yee-ee-up," came the abstracted answer; and Carrio laughed to herself happily, like u canary-bird in tho sun. So, when the dishes wero done, sho camo out to bo near him, watching him work, working for him whenever there wero any of the thin little lines to be drawn .nnd thero was an endless num ber of them, at that speaking when she was spoken to, learning his face, getting his little soro points and his big, mnnnish faults all Ly heart, feeling something ten der swell up in her every time sho looked at him. At length: "There!" Jim shouted, beginning to pull out tacks. " That makes flvo of 'em fixed. Only ono more. Tell me, what timo is it!" Carrie, standing musing and half asleep, came awako suddenly. "It's half-past five," sho said. "Four hours; four sheets re-drawn. That's quick work. But oh I don't know ' ' Ho sank down in a chair and stretched out his legs, his head at an angle, his arms hanging loose. Carrio looked at him dumbly, pitying him. Sho felt sho ought to havo iimdu him sit down before. "I am afraid of tho stuff," he said drearily. "It's too romantic. Those Dagoes liko it Huh! Mo an' tho Da goes! Give mo th-.t elevation." He snapped the words out crossly, and Carrio felt her heart sink. Something was wrong. Jim ought not to bo nfraid of anything. "1 don't believo I understand, Jim." Carrio felt as if alio wero being choked. Sho spoko very low. "I mean," nnd Jim was grimmer than ever now, "I mean this stuff is bad. Bad architecture, Carrie. I told you tho high brows would say bo. And they're right. It took us architects four thousand years to learn how to build with stone. I can't stay up over-night and show tho blasted universe how to build something new with steel. If I ever did get this shanty here (.Continued on Page IS) Unless YOU protlt by ndtertUlnir, the ndrertUer lom.