Part 2 (1/2)

Still she hesitated, arm in air

”Will you promise to throw it back?”

”Sure, hope to die Chuck it”

”Get back a little,” said she

The ball went sailing over the paling, Toave a yell of triumph, beat a tattoo upon the can, and ran for all he orth

Outside the saloon Tom borrowed ten cents from Tony, the bootblack, on his father's behalf, and with this he purchased the beer

Meanwhile, the bad turn which he had done had begun to sprout and by the tirown and spread to such proportions that Jack's beanstalk was awas farther frohts that beautiful Saturday than to pay a visit to Barrel Alley On the contrary, he was just putting on his new spring hat to go out to the Country Club for a turn at golf, when Mary ca that To about the ball, nor a great deal about Mary's tears, but the mention of Tom Slade reminded him that the first of the month was close at hand and that he had intended to ”warn” Bill Slade with the usual threat of eviction Bill had never paid the rent in full after the secondand Te at a propitious ive hiht be, but as to how the account actually stood he had not the slightest idea

If To her father would never have thought to go through Barrel Alley on his way out to the Country Club, but as it hen Tom turned into the Alley fro in front of his own door

If there was one thing in this world more than another dear to the heart of Torinder did not offer the ular formula for the treatment of limousines which was as sure of success as a ”cure all”

Placing his pail inside the doorway, he approached the chauffeur with a suspiciously friendly air which boded rasped the siren horn, tooted it frantically, pulled the timer aroundr opened one of the doors, ju both open, and retreated as far as the corner, calling, ”Yah-h-h-h-h!”

In a few minutes he returned very cautiously, sidled up to the house door, and took his belated way upstairs

To up to the floor above his own, but did not enter the roo excuses of his father He went down and out on the door step and sat on the railing, gazing at the chauffeur with an exasperating look of triuan

The chauffeur (who received twenty-five dollars a week) did not see the force of this remark

”Runnin' over kids all de tiht ahead and uttered not a word

”Yer'd be in jail if 'twuzn't fer old John paying graft ter the cops!”

The chauffeur, who knew his place, n

”Yer stinkin' thief! Yer don't do a thing but cop de car fer joy-rides--didn' yer?”

At this the chauffeur stirred slightly

”Yes, yer will!” yelled To

He had just picked up a stone, when the portly fored from the door behind him

”Put down that stone, sir, or I'll lock you up!” said he with the air of one who is accusto obeyed

”G-wan, he called me a liar!” shouted Tom