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Updated: June 7, 2025
In response to the short blast of the electric horn, a uniformed man appeared. The young man alighted. The dummy-chucker followed suit. "Take the car around to the garage, Andrews," said the young man. He nodded to the dummy-chucker. In a daze, the mendicant followed his rescuer. He entered a gorgeously mirrored and gilded hall.
A gaunt man, who towered high, and whose tongue held the cadences of the wide spaces, had slipped this dollar into the receptive hand of the dummy-chucker. True, it was almost a fortnight ago, and the man might have gone back to his Western home but Broadway had yielded him up to the dummy-chucker. Broadway might yield up such another. At Union Square, the dummy-chucker turned north.
But a classmate of his had been appointed head of an expedition that was to conduct exploration work in Brazil. He asked his classmate for a place in the party. You see, he figured that in the wilds of Brazil there wouldn't be any chance for drunkenness." "A game guy," commented the dummy-chucker. "Well, what happened?" "He died of jungle-fever two months ago," was the answer.
The boy's bow was as profound as though the quarter in his palm had been placed there by a duke. The girl who received his coat and hat smiled as pleasantly and impersonally upon the dummy-chucker as she did upon the whiskered, fine-looking old gentleman who handed her his coat at the same time. She called the dummy-chucker's attention to the fact that his tie was a trifle loose.
"She'll be married to me then," responded the other fiercely. "What I get, I can hold. If she were Jones' wife, I'd tell her of his death. I'd know that, sooner or later, I'd win her. But if she learns now that he died while struggling to make himself worthy of her, she'll never give to another man what she withheld from him." "I see," said the dummy-chucker slowly. "And you want me to "
He had yanked the dummy-chucker to his feet. He had dragged his victim to a patrol-box; he had taken him to a police station, whence he had been conveyed to Jefferson Market Court, where a judge had sentenced him to a sojourn on Blackwell's Island. That had been ten days ago.
"I hardly expected to find you here," he said. The dummy-chucker shrugged. "You said the doors were watched. I couldn't make an easy getaway. So I rode back here in your car. And when I got here, your man made me wait, so here we are," he finished easily. "'Here we are! Yes!
"Murder of faith in a woman's heart," he said slowly. "Look at me! Do I look the sort who'd play your dirty game?" The young man stood over him. "Bannon," he called. The valet entered the room. "Take the clothes off this this bum!" snapped the host. "Give him his rags." He clenched his fists, but the dummy-chucker merely shrugged.
This awful stuff that he'd borrowed from the Island The stoutest woman paused; she screamed faintly as the dummy-chucker staggered, pitched forward, and fell at her short-vamped feet. Excitedly she grasped her neighbor's arm. "He's gotta fit!" The neighbor bent over the prostrate dummy-chucker. "Ep'lepsy," she announced. "Look at the foam on his lips." "Aw, the poor man!"
No better field for beggary in all Manhattan's bounteous acreage. But the dummy-chucker shook his head and shuffled ever westward. These were good souls, but they thought in cents. Worse than that, they translated their financial thoughts into the pitiful coinage of their birthplaces. And in the pocket of the dummy-chucker rested a silver dollar.
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