THE CHINA MAIL, FRIDAY, MAY 22, 1936

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THE STAKE

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And as he thought this. the despair of his heart gripped him harder. He was a failure. Noi use to fight any longer. It only remained now to perfect the plan.]

The men across the aisle came back as the train was pulling in- to North Philadelphia. The stout; fair man was with them. They were all in high humour. Before he could stop them they had breezi. ly swept him into their conversa tion. The fair man was Kunkle the thin fellow was Nelson. andi the older bald chap was Grover, all commercial travellers. Dan had one question at least he i wanted to ask of them.

"You all going through to New) York" he said.

Kunkle replied. "Yep. It'll be the Great White Way for us for

a week or so, eh, fellows***

"Do you know a decent hotel; where the price is moderate?" Dan sked.

"Sure thing! We all go to the Demarest, down on West Eleventh Street Swell place, that is, if you aren't too particular. Isn't. that so. Nelson?"

Nelson agreed with detailed en- thusiasm, and Dan made a mental note of the name and address. A cheap hotel was tegessary for him. He must busband his slender: funds until... well, as long as he would need them.

A particularly vicious drive of: sleet rattled the windows.

"Well said the fair Kunkle.! "it's going to be an old stinger of a night, all right. Not as bad as Chicago, but let me tell you, New York can put on a pretty neat little; blizzard too, when she tries!"

was

And that night New York tried. By far o'clock in the afternoon the peaks of the skyscrapers had' been levelled and lost in the snow-i heavy air. By fire, traffic siowing up, and the crowds shuf- fled through drifts into the sub- ways, their heads down, battling against the storm. By seven, the street cars and buses had given up the struggle. Only an occa- "sional churning taxi careered through the white ruts. Fifth Avenue looked deserted. Even Broadway was dimmed. An icy wind drove hard from the north and whistled up side strects and alleys It did its worst in one particular little court wedged in between Eleventh and Twelfth Streets. It was a spot given over Lo garbage cans. packing boxes. and evil-smelling cellar-ways. but avithal a place in ordinary times where homeless creatures--men or dogs-could sometimes pilfer bunk of stale bread or a night's

door in Jodging. unnoticed.

there were no

way. To-night

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men there. but there was a dog.

a small brown tramp pup, of in-

determinate ancestry. His

hair

TROW with

was long and matted frozen snow. His brown eyes blinked anxiously below a shower of mangy icicles. He crouched in a doorway watching the drifting snow rise higher, pondering on the impenetrable fate that seemed, to be closing in on him.

As the strange while death the came nearer, the anxiety in brown eyes turned to panic. There was no hope of better haven in the alleys He had learned that long ago, thankful enough then for the shelter of the doorway. Now he shook his coat as though to reas- the familiar sure himself with motion, then with a desperate re- solve he started down the steps

Once in the court itself, it was hard going. With the first plunge from the steps he disappeared into the drift beneath. But little, by little his small, shuffling, persis- tent nose reached the air again. His feet, he discovered, were be ginning to have a peculiar numb ness in them, but they could still! obey his commands.

He experimented now and then with lying jumps, but he landed each time so deep in the snow

that he settled at last to a slow, grim battle forward. In his small the sure dog brain, there was Knowledge that death waited for him behind in the familiar door- way. And with this knowledge was a tattered bit of hope that kept him straining on: somewhere ahead, if he could only get out of the court, there might be a door that would open enough to let him scuttle through and ind warmth and safety. Nothing in

his past experience justified this Aл hope, and yet there it was. open door! The heaven of it, to e small tramp pup on a night like this! His chest seemed bursting his stomach was empty and the pads of his feet frozen, but he pressed on towards the street.

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CAN'T YOU REMEMBER A THING? I TOLD YOU THIS MORNING THAT I WANTED YOU TO HELP ME GET A TRUNK OUT OF THE” GARRET-

MOTHER- DID YOU SEE MY FOUNTAIN- PEN? I FORGOT WHERE I LEFT IT-

W

OH-SHE'S OUR NEW NEIGHBOR- TO BE DELIGHT- ED TO MEET

HER-

Rosie's BEAU

BY

GEO.MCMANUS

Registered U. 5. Patons Ofice.

WHAT'S TH' USE?

YOU REMIND ME A

DOZEN TIMES

AN HOUR

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER-YOU

FORGET EVERYTHING~| AND WHY ANNOY ME? THERE GOES THE TELEPHONE-1. MUST

ANSWER 7-

WHEN I TOLD HER ! KNEW YOU - SHE TOLD ME TO CALL AND BRING YOU RIGHT OVER-SHË IS, GIVING A TEA-

FOUR HOURS LATER

Bringing Up Father

"NOW-REMEMBER-

DON'T SCRATCH THE STAIRS-

OH- MOTHER- COME HERE-

HOLD IT A MINUTE UN- TIL I SEE WHAT IT IS

DAUGHTER

WANTS

YOU SHOULD VE SEEN MRS. PAN- HEW YESTERDAY, SHE HAD ON A DRESS THAT IS AT LEAST TWO YEARS OLD-

I'M GLAD I GOT ŴY NEW SUIT TODAY- I GUESS THIS OUT FIT WILL KNOCK HIM COLD – ROSE WILL NOTICE HOW MUCH BETTER. TASTE 1 HAVE

I'M SO SORRY YOU HAVE TO

LEAVE - DO CALL AGAIN-

OH-HELLO- MISS TERTRAIN-HOW'RE YOU, CARLING ? OH- I FORGOT ABOUT OUR TEA DATE YESTERDAY- CAN YOU MAKE ANOTH-

ER ONE FOR NEXT WEEK? BY THE WAY-DID YOU HEAR THE NEWS?

WELL-

DON'T MENTION

HER TO ME.SHE'S

MY PET AVERSION

(THINK SILVER FOX WILL GO BETTER WITH MY OUTFIT THAN

MINK-

THANK YOU. MY DEAR, WE MUST GET BET- TER ACQUANTED -

ARCHE - CARLING- Į WANT YOU TO COME EARLY TONIGHT- MR. CAL O. LATE WILL BE HERE AND I WANT YOU TO MEET HIM-

OH-MRS.E. MENCE-PARDON ME FOR NOT ANSWERING THE BELL SOONER, BUT I WAS ON THE

PHONE-

YOU SHOULD

|| HAVE HEARD

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MY HUSBAND LIKES ME IN MY HUSBAND'S || RED-HE SAYS THOUGHTS {T MATCHES WHEN I MEN-| |HIS BUSINESS TONED MINK BOOKS-

GREAT HEAVENS.!!

I FORGOT ALL ABOUT

HIM -

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THAT STUFFED SHIRT- HE THINKS THAT HE IS A GOOD DRESSER-

I'LL SHOW HIM-

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THAT'S Aiher RIGHT - MY DEAR-1 WANT YOU TO COME

OVER AND MEET MRS.

PLP ONCHATTER

THEY'RE PLAY- ING BRIDGE 1 THINK-OH-YOU MUST JOIN IN-

IT'S THE GYPSY IN ME

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