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It's not very late. I think we might make another visit to that cabaret and see whether the same thing is going on yet." We rode downtown again and again sauntered in, this time with the theater crowd. Our first visit had been so quiet and unostentatious that the second attracted no attention or comment from the waiters, or anyone else.

The two quarreled a great deal, being so nearly of a nature. But the very qualities that combated each other seemed, by some strange chemical process, to bring them together as well. "I'm going downtown today to do a little shopping," Minnie would say. "Do you want to come along, Ma?" "What you got to get?" "Oh, I thought I'd look at a couple little dresses for Pearlie."

Men take a strange perverted pride in this mournful sameness of attire, delight in wearing a hat like every other man's hat, are content that it should be a perfected miracle of ugliness, that it should be hot, that it should be heavy, that it should be disfiguring, if only they can make sure of seeing fifty, or a hundred and fifty, other hats exactly like it on their way downtown.

A half minute later, a large gray automobile turned the corner and followed Benson and Jimmie Dale, stepping out into the street again, swung on a downtown car. The road to the Sanctuary was open!

Alexander Ginkel has been around the world. A week ago he came to Chicago and, after looking around for a few days, located in one of the less expensive hotels and started to work as a porter in a well-known department store downtown. A friend said, "There's a man living in my hotel who should make a good story. He's been around the world.

Perhaps later on he would be able to face the situation, but just now his one desire was to get away from everything connected with his unhappiness. In beating about in his mind for a temporary refuge, he remembered a downtown rooming-house to which he had once gone with Dirks, the foreman at Bartlett & Bangs.

They can't take in another child. I telephoned another one downtown that they told me of, and they say the same thing. It seems there is a superfluity of colored babies just now. I guess it'll have to be the police station." "What'll they do with him? If we can't find a place to-night, they can't." "No; perhaps not. But they'll keep him until they do find a place."

That broke her courage and her restraint. "Come, then," she whispered, in tears. Lane's intentions and his spirit were too great for his endurance. It was some time before he got downtown again. And upon entering the inn he was told some one had just called him on the telephone. "Hello, this is Lane," he answered. "Who called me?" "It's Blair," came the reply. "How are you, old top?"

He did not want a "place made" for him and to feel that other Southern men were practicing a severer self-denial in order to do so. With a grim, set look on his face as if he were going into battle, he halted downtown to the counting-room of one of the wealthiest merchants and shippers in the City.

The carriage rolled on through the darkened downtown streets, towards the North Side, where the Dearborns lived. They could hear the horses plashing through the layer of slush mud, half-melted snow and rain that encumbered the pavement. In the gloom the girls' wraps glowed pallid and diaphanous. The rain left long, slanting parallels on the carriage windows.