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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 07, 1912, Image 19

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I've got you a longer and a better
"What .doing?" challenged
Frowsy, suspiciously.
"This friend of mine is writing
abook on tramps. He wants you
to hang around his place for a
week or two. Just act natural and
let him study your fine points.
A queer smiK crossed the
tramp's face. He blinked grimly.
Then he said:
" "Sorry, governor, but it can't
be done."
"Why not?';
"Well, I'm jn pawn. You see,
my best partner, Slim Larry, was
taken in yesterday on a ten dollar
fine. Isent out most of myclothes
to getenough to have a man see
the alderman. It didn't work, and
I reckon I wouldn't look very in
vitia' "anywhere hangin' around
In these togs.1'
"You needn't worry about
that," said Darce. "Mr. North
will start you out with a new suit
of clothes and a bath."
"It looks good," remarked
Frowsy, "but I couldn't rest
easy with Larry in trouble. Tell
you, gents," and Frowsy grew
eloquent, "I've had partners, but
none like him. He's been failin
lately, and it's the country air or
the Imryin' ground for him. He's
got a poor relative on a" farm, and
we'd arranged to get him where
'he'd be safe-i and comfortable,
when the police took hira in.
When I get him out, gents, I'm
open for a proposition."
"Give us the details about your
.friend, Frowsy," directed Darce,
"and we'll fix that end of the
"You will?" questioned th$
tramp eagerly. "Then I'm your
man." 1
It was a transition of splendor
for Frowsy from the slum dist
trict to the apartments of the
story writer. Little Paul took a;
great fancy to Frowsy. The tramp
was full of fascinating stories of ,
th wanderlust, and the poor little'
fellow valued his reminiscences
of "hitting the road" because he
himself was shut but physically
from such peregrinations.
"Well, North, how are you get
ting along with your model?"
Darce asked of his friend one
evening at their club.
The-literary man shrugged his
shoulders indifferently.
"Your plan is a failure, Darce,"
he said. "I haven't 50 far traced
any of the undersurface heroism
you predicted as the occasional
characteristic - of thje . occasional
tramp. Frowsy is prosaic and
humdrum. His sole ambition in
life is to shirk work. He will tell
wonderful stories of the tricks of
the trade performed by Slim Lar
ry nothing better than riding on
the bumpers or raiding a farmer's
kitchen, though."
"Well,- there's his hero wor
ship. His friendship for little
Paul is something pathetic." i
"Yes, that is true," asknowl
edged North, the old tender
gleam coming into his fine eyes.
"What's that!" he almost shout
ed, as a bell man hurried to his
side and repeated into his ear a
telephone message just received

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