and in atonement railroads the unfortunate and impecunious to rotting
cells,'--and so forth and so forth, style sophomoric and devoid of the dignity

and tone one would employ in a dissertation on 'Surplus Value,' or 'The
Fallacies of Marxism,' but just the stuff the dear public likes.

"'Humph!' grunted Spargo when I put the copy in his fist. 'Swift gait you
strike, my man.'

"I fixed a hypnotic eye on his vest pocket, and he passed out one of his
superior cigars, which I burned while he ran through the stuff. Twice or

thrice he looked over the top of the paper at me, searchingly, but said
nothing till he had finished.

"'Where'd you work, you pencil-pusher?' he asked.
"'My maiden effort,' I simpered modestly, scraping one foot and faintly

simulating embarrassment.
"'Maiden hell! What salary do you want?'

"'Nay, nay,' I answered. 'No salary in mine, thank you most to death. I am a
free down-trodden American citizen, and no man shall say my time is his.'

"'Save John Law,' he chuckled.
"'Save John Law,' said I.

"'How did you know I was bucking the police department?' he demanded abruptly.
"'I didn't know, but I knew you were in training,' I answered. 'Yesterday

morning a charitably inclined female presented me with three biscuits, a piece
of cheese, and a funereal slab of chocolate cake, all wrapped in the current

CLARION, wherein I noted an unholy glee because the COWBELL's candidate for
chief of police had been turned down. Likewise I learned the municipal

election was at hand, and put two and two together. Another mayor, and the
right kind, means new police commissioners; new police commissioners means new

chief of police; new chief of police. means COWBELL's candidate; ergo, your
turn to play.'

"He stood up, shook my hand, and emptied his plethoric vest pocket. I put them
away and puffed on the old one.

"'You'll do,' he jubilated. 'This stuff' (patting my copy) 'is the first gun
of the campaign. You'll touch off many another before we're done. I've been

looking for you for years. Come on in on the editorial.'
"But I shook my head.

"'Come, now!' he admonished sharply. 'No shenanagan! The COWBELL must have
you. It hungers for you, craves after you, won't be happy till it gets you.

What say?'
"In short, he wrestled with me, but I was bricks, and at the end of half an

hour the only Spargo gave it up.
"'Remember,' he said, 'any time you reconsider, I'm open. No matter where you

are, wire me and I'll send the ducats to come on at once.'
"I thanked him, and asked the pay for my copy--DOPE, he called it.

"'Oh, regular routine,' he said. 'Get it the first Thursday after
publication.'

"'Then I'll have to trouble you for a few scad until--'
"He looked at me and smiled. 'Better cough up, eh?'

"'Sure,' I said. 'Nobody to identify me, so make it cash.'
"And cash it was made, thirty PLUNKS (a plunk is a dollar, my dear Anak), and

I pulled my freight . . . eh?--oh, departed.
"'Pale youth,' I said to Cerberus, 'I am bounced.' (He grinned with pallid

joy.) 'And in token of the sincereesteem I bear you, receive this little--'
(His eyes flushed and he threw up one hand, swiftly, to guard his head from

the expected blow)--'this little memento.'
"I had intended to slip a fiver into his hand, but for all his surprise, he

was too quick for me.
"'Aw, keep yer dirt,' he snarled.

"'I like you still better,' I said, adding a second fiver. 'You grow perfect.
But you must take it.'

"He backed away growling, but I caught him round the neck, roughed what little
wind he had out of him, and left him doubled up with the two fives in his

pocket. But hardly had the elevator started, when the two coins tinkled on the
roof and fell down between the car and the shaft. As luck had it, the door was

not closed, and I put out my hand and caught them. The elevator boy's eyes
bulged.

"'It's a way I have,' I said, pocketing them.
"'Some bloke's dropped 'em down the shaft,' he whispered, awed by the

circumstance.
"'It stands to reason,' said I.

"'I'll take charge of 'em,' he volunteered.
"'Nonsense!'

"'You'd better turn 'em over,' he threatened, 'or I stop the works.'
"'Pshaw!'

"And stop he did, between floors.
"'Young man,' I said, 'have you a mother?' (He looked serious, as though

regretting his act! and further to impress him I rolled up my right sleeve
with greatest care.) 'Are you prepared to die?' (I got a stealthy crouch on,

and put a cat-foot forward.) 'But a minute, a brief minute, stands between you
and eternity.' (Here I crooked my right hand into a claw and slid the other

foot up.) 'Young man, young man,' I trumpeted, 'in thirty seconds I shall tear
your heart dripping from your bosom and stoop to hear you shriek in hell.'

"It fetched him. He gave one whoop, the car shot down, and I was on the drag.
You see, Anak, it's a habit I can't shake off of leaving vivid memories

behind. No one ever forgets me.
"I had not got to the corner when I heard a familiar voice at my shoulder:

"'Hello, Cinders! Which way?'
"It was Chi Slim, who had been with me once when I was thrown off a freight in

Jacksonville. 'Couldn't see 'em fer cinders,' he described it, and the MONICA
stuck by me.... Monica? From MONOS. The tramp nickname.

"'Bound south,' I answered. 'And how's Slim?'
"'Bum. Bulls is horstile.'

"'Where's the push?'
"'At the hang-out. I'll put you wise.'

"'Who's the main guy?'
"'Me, and don't yer ferget it.'"

The lingo was rippling from Leith's lips, but perforce I stopped him. "Pray
translate. Remember, I am a foreigner."

"Certainly," he answered cheerfully. "Slim is in poor luck. BULL means
policeman. He tells me the bulls are hostile. I ask where the PUSH is, the

gang he travels with. By PUTTING ME WISE he will direct me to where the gang
is hanging out. The MAIN GUY is the leader. Slim claims that distinction.

"Slim and I hiked out to a neck of woods just beyond town, and there was the
push, a score of husky hobos, charmingly located on the bank of a little

purling stream.
"'Come on, you mugs!' Slim addressed them. 'Throw yer feet! Here's Cinders,

an' we must do 'em proud.'
"All of which signifies that the hobos had better strike out and do some

lively begging in order to get the wherewithal to celebrate my return to the
fold after a year's separation. But I flashed my dough and Slim sent several

of the younger men off to buy the booze. Take my word for it, Anak, it was a
blow-out memorable in Trampdom to this day. It's amazing the quantity of booze

thirty plunks will buy, and it is equallyamazing the quantity of booze
outside of which twenty stiffs will get. Beer and cheap wine made up the card,

with alcohol thrown in for the BLOWD-IN-THE-GLASS stiffs. It was great--an
orgy under the sky, a contest of beaker-men, a study in primitive beastliness.

To me there is something fascinating in a drunken man, and were I a college
president I should institute P.G. psychology courses in practical drunkenness.

It would beat the books and compete with the laboratory.
"All of which is neither here nor there, for after sixteen hours of it, early

next morning, the whole push was COPPED by an overwhelming array of constables
and carted off to jail. After breakfast, about ten o'clock, we were lined

upstairs into court, limp and spiritless, the twenty of us. And there, under
his purple panoply, nose crooked like a Napoleonic eagle and eyes glittering

and beady, sat Sol Glenhart.
"'John Ambrose!' the clerk called out, and Chi Slim, with the ease of long

practice, stood up.
"'Vagrant, your Honor,' the bailiff volunteered, and his Honor, not deigning

to look at the prisoner, snapped,'Ten days,' and Chi Slim sat down.