By Lucile Warrington
"How do we schedule, Mark?"
"Half a meal ticket lodgings paid
up to Saturday night, cash, one
"Very good," said Vance Byford,
with somewhat of a serious "face,
however. "Give me the penny."
"Going to make an investment?"
"What in?" queried Mark Early,
whimsically. "Central preferred or
"Neither. I'm going to buy a news
paper and see if there are any want
ads to change our luck."
Dubious luck it was, for a fact.
Here were two bright young fellows
who had come to'the big city to make
their fortunes. They had filled in.
several brief positions, had run the
gamut of experience from shipping
clerks to members of a movies group.
Now they were stranded completely,
but Vance was bright and cheery and
Mark hopeful, and both energetic in
fighting the fate of leisure and insolv
ency that had nearly overcome them
hke an armed man.
"Hello!" ejaculated Vance sud
denly, and with .some satisfaction,
scanning the "Help Wanted" column
of the newspaper he had bought.
"What now?" queried Mark.
"Listen," and Vance proceeded to
read: "Wanted A presentable, ac
tive young man of some imagination
and good facial expression. Liberal
compensation. Mrs. A., 537 Haw
"Well, I vum!" exclaimed Mark.
"Now what in the world does that
mean? What has presentableness,
imagination and facial expression to
signify in an every-day, practical
"It's odd enough to deserve atten
tion," said Vance, seriously. "A wom
an, too. Can it be a saodel she
"I should say an actor," suggested
"Well, I shall try for the position,"
"You will?" challenged Mark, some
"It says 'presentable'!" and Mark
Early shook his head gloomily, as he
looked up and down, his companion,
whose attire, while well fitting, bore
the threadbare marks of long usage.
"Oh, I'll fix that all right!" declared
Vance lightly. "I've saved turning
"I Think You Will Do."
this last clean collar I've got on for
just this occasion. I'll retire beyond
those bushes in th.e park yonder,
make my toilet and give things a
try. Meet you at the lodging tonight
and report success."
"Or failure," supplemented Mark,
and went his way, himself scanning
the newspaper now.-
The Hawthorn terrace address
proved to be a fine mansion set in a
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