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pelled to gild the false, unnatural gla
mour of the -white ways. The artificial
glare of the bright lights had daz
zled him at the first. Now they sick
ened his spirit Distinction, affluence
might)be gained, but to pay the price
of their- acquisition was to part with
the last vestige of truth and integrity.
"I give it up!" he said to himself
one day. "I will no longer travesty
the sweet, simple life I must get back
to or go mad in this wild whirlpool
of fraud, deceit and hypocrisy."
Several times Roy heard of her, but
did not seek to meet her. In some
way some college friends had secured
for her an entree as a singer into the
higher circles of society. Lesbia had
a beautiful voice. Her ambition was
to become an opera singer. Then,
when the social season was over, Roy
heard nothing of her. He had about
given up his city dream. He had
written wearily, longingly to good
old Uncle James. A very little en
couragement and Roy was ready to
go back to Lipton and begin life all
Lismond went away on a commis
sion to write up a trip around the
world with some state improvement
committee and Roy wa3 lonely and
discouraged. Theji came dark days
no work and no prospects. He was
compelled to give up the room he
rented and cut down meals to two a
day. Finally even this system he
could not afford to keep up. He, took
the cheapest lodgings, by the night
and made do with a pound of broken
crackers or yesterday's Btale rolls for
There were no bright lights now.
All was obscurity, the gloss gone
from metropolitan life, nothing sweet
in the city but the patient lives of
"I'll make one last break, try to
get placed and if I fail " he solilo
quized, and halted there his speech
with a nameless shudder, turning
from the darkly rolling river which
he passed at the moment.
His watch was his last valued prop
erty possession. To this he had
clung, but necessity seemed to de?
mand the sacrifice of the last Bhred
of respectability and he pawned it.
His plan was to invest in a new hat
and shoes, tidy up as far as his means
would allow and seek work outside
of the literary field.
With his little store of wealth Roy
left the pawn shop, calculating close
ly how he could most effectively in
vest his little capital.
It was raining and the air was chilly
and disagreeable. He was proceeding
past a row of wholesale stores closed
up for the night, when a commotion
proceeded from an intersecting court
Crash bang! Then yells, the
shrill tootings of a watchman's whis
tle. Three men dashed into the
street and past Roy. One of them
dropped a bundle in his flight. They
were evidently thieves pursued. A
policeman emerged from the mouth
I of the court. He began firing after
them. To evade a stray bullet Roy
sprang into a building entrance.
It was dark in the little space
where the building elevator started.
There was a bench lit one side. He
move'd towards this as a bullet shat
tered a pane of glass i nearby. As
he did. so he pressed closer to a figure
huddled back at the end of the bench,
seemingly disturbing her from sleep.
"Oh, do not harm me I I was
only resting "
"Great heavens!" gasped Roy and
stood aghast, for the voice was that
of Lesbia Thorne!
As she tottered nearer to the light
of the street he saw how pale and thin
she was. There were traces of care
and suffering in her once bonny face.
He spoke his name and she was re
assured. She almost fell ta the seat.
He sat down beside her, They forgot
environment, everything, as their
stories were exchanged.
Lesbia had found the road to oper
atic favor a dismal treadmill. Pov
erty had come, she was homeless.
Roy insisted that she accompany