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OUngt SHSRT STORY. a A W ;AR wor..tEft. I Br RADCLIFFE MARTIN. I Penniless, despairing, athirst, James ILal- TBen walked towards Waterloo Bridge. Do not anticipate a suicide, pray, or its equi- valent, that Mr. Maiden intended to quench his thirst in the Iiwr. This night tail fcctn hia ?n the his Waterloo. He had met an elderly, well- to-do locking person in a bar and had en- ticed him to tapper. lie had cpent his l £ Uit penny in. getting the old gentleman into a touchable E-ttite of mind. Just as he camg to the point the old gentleman explained that he had invented a new aeroplane en- gine, and for the loan of fifty pounds to patent it. When the disgusted 3lr. Mai- den declined, the old gentleman made -a "desperate effort to borrow ninepeuee for Lis train fare home. Mr. Maiden would havc, .assaulted the old fraud only circumstances in connection with a b:Jf,:U5 cheque made him rev about aEY relatijiM with th? police forM .at that moment. Br i <z,-c He made his way towards ?nt-crl?c Prid'-f mainly because he v.?s a reader of Y'<'?ju?r iiction. He kn?w .h?-t on Waterloo Brid?'j and the E?LankimE.t hard-up ?opk :?ct anysteriour, if occasional 'iiiiial, b<:T:d?! iers. At the brxk of his mind was the thought that someone would tap him on the shoulder and sr.y: Arc you utterly desper- ate? Will you do anything- for a thou.rd £ ounds?" Then Mr. Maiden would cxpr?-s 1I r??diiifB? to get the thousand pounds in anv way save by working fcr it. fie leant over the bridge and glared gloomily at the water. He want.ed passers- by to see his desperate face. He Liid not -I)e,en at his post rive minutes when someone tapped him on the shoulder. .Excuse me, boss/' said a voice which see mod more like an emanation from a barrel than auy exorcise of human voca l organs, "but -.oi,-r kindly face I thought I'd ask a bit of rather than macs a 'tie in the water." "Hop it!" said Mr. Maiden angrily. "Go and make a hole in a beer barrel. That's more your line." The bibulous one movtd on. Mr. Maiden returned to his contevtipla- tion. All at once a hatchet-faced man stopped beside him. "What's en down tb.erc'; 1. iu- guired the newcomer eagerly. "German submarine just paswd under the bridge," grunted the disgusted lialden. | "I sac it,said the stranger l,,c y, lock here!" In a second the bridge g thronged with people, half of whom insisted they saw the desperate invader. Here originated the splendid rumour that a German submarine had bombarded the Houses of Pariiorru nt, and that a desperate Government had pio- liibited the mention of the affair in the papers. When Mr. lialden saw the crowd gather he gave us the bridge in disgust and went down to the EmbanLment. Perhaps, after ail, it was the b-,s.t place for benefactors. He contemplated the Thames till a sociably- incliued policeman came up and saii: "Wonderful, ain't it, to ec-e all that vaUr agoing up and down? I got all idea they zoul-ci use it to turn something." Mr. Maiden, abrurliy let the natural -philosopher in blue and enn-k down on a ser-t near a lamp wher^ some light might fail on his tmgio face. This time ha did net wait in vain. An elderly, gentleman came along, •contemplated him in parsing, and then suddenly paused. "My friend," said the elderly gentleman, wlat i, your trouble?" Xow, Mr. Maiden's trouble was that T-c wanted a great deal of other people's money and couldn't get it. sick of life," said Mr. Mr.Won. "TIvv won't take me for the Army. I car. do nothing for England. Sly business has been ruined bv the war. I've a good mind to end my sorrows in yon flowing tide." Here Mr. Maiden spoke the truth. The Army had refused him. The restrictions on racing lwd reduced the supply of "mugs" essential to his pecuniary welfare. "Xov?r!" said the elderly gentleman. MSuicid., though abnormally popular amongst the Huns, who are, perhaps, ju;ti- fied in their attempts -to get away from eweh other, is utterly unworthy of a Briton. Come with me, my friend, and I will open a new vista of existence to you." Your, -kindly words," said Mr. Maiden, "have saved me from a watery grave." "England needs you," replied the oV: gentleman. "You will accompany me t,, c':V home at Peckhain. Under the circumstances I feel justiifed in taking a taxi, even i:i v.:ir -time. my friend, you will bne ft od and shelter. To-morrow I will show you your future prospects." In half an nour they reached a large, 0il- fashioncd mansion. The old goat'ternar. ushered him into the house. "My friend, my name is Jncrby. For the present -this is your home. The first thing is to eco you fed." In a moment the house keeper appeared. ordered.Mr. Jacoby, YOll bring me my basin of gruel, will you ring ine one of treble sire at the same time foT my friend her, v.ho is starving." "Excuse Ille-, eir," said .r1". Maiden, who had cniy finished an excellent. sapper a:i hour or so earlier, but I am afraid it/ai if 1 -ate- too much at first I should be seriously ill. May I begin with. a email bat-in of gruel?" "You 3ra a man of intelligence and cha- racter," said Mr. Jsf-ohj. "Such £ pre*h>oyght when the pangs of hunger arc gripping you show3 resolution. I sea that we shall get on together." With some difficulty Mr. Maiden absorbed his basin of gruel. Then Mr. Jacoby led him into a comfortable bedroom. Breakfast at eight o'clock, my friend." Sir., Maiden slept the comfortable sleep of man w"l o knows he ,is on so good a thing. He woke cheerfully in the morning, and as he made his way downstairs he rn:.<^li a pleasant odour of bacon, and s" i"-u1 appreciatively. "Ah," sail a on Uho landing, "I understand your disgust, my friend. You share my aversion to the flesh of swine. Un- fortunately it hi. inp-assib'e -to get house- keepers with rational ideas about food. They will wallow in orgies of m?at. But it shall not be forced. on you. For breakfast I always t3J;p a large b;:i.in of gruel, and I have ordered one ef double "izo for VOll." Mr. Maiden, mcda a preleree of shaking his benefactor by the hand. lie would far rather have shaken him by the throat. However, he got through his breakfast. "Now," said the old gentleman, "for the test. I must have proof of your industry. You shall have your chance to do your bit for England. Look out of the window. The former occupant of this house—one of those frivolous sport-men who are the curse of Engia=A--lad three tennis-courts, a croquet lawn, and a ni-, t ilese all dug up for the cultivation of potatoes. You will he paid at the proper rate for your work." "My benefactor!" exclaimed Mr. Maiden, surveying the extent of green with rueful eye, Still, it did not sqera worth while to risk such a chance. The old mug, a3 Sir. Maiden choicely put it, mtyi-rt be worked for all that he « worth. lie went out with a spade and becian reluctantly to dig. For two days more he toiled, till. at. last every vestige of the garden had been dug up. During the, last afternoon there waa a crowd in the library window. Mr. Jacobs had invited frier.rls round to view the progress of the work. Finally, A[r. Maiden straightened his back, cursor! agri- cultpro vrbement'y, and returned to the houso. MM task w.i^ over. "My friend." cried Mr. Jacoby, "I am pfoud o! riu. Wh?n I ':1:w i1 I?'?cogni? I j?good nizil )7:, h :dvr"t V :Q ,.7 t?ur way.thrc'-mL hf? :{; Wj!iist' vcO |I ?ve bc?n tcuuig ? have b?cn ifting <5p- | tuniti:?s fcr voti." "I can't expreM r.iy HI:mks," began Mr. || Maiden. y "Don't try to," replied Mr. Jacoby. "I jI refuse to be thanked "for the mere perform- ance of a duty to humanity." The group of friends at the window mur- mured applause. "Now for the reward," enid Mr. Jacoby. 44In the first place yen have worked three <1a,s. For that toil I shall reward you with half -a-crown a day. In the second place, J lie.-a ia a list of thirty gentlemen who are prepared to give yoit a week's wcrk on the t-arne terms. In the third place, here is a benus—a reward for satisfactory labour. It is :t War Certificate vith the payment of the first shilling credited upon it. Every one of your future employers has pledged himself to put a shilling cn that card every week." Mr. Maiden snatched the seven and six- pence and bolted wildly from the room. "Hah" said Mr. Jacoby looking round hia friends, "in his joy he forgets his manners. The poor fellow is rushing to toll his family c, .,j, vi- h at's 'that?" of his good fortune. lh, oh, what's 'that?" A half-brick whirled through the library window and hit Mr. Jacoby in the place where his waist should Lave been. "Who can be the miscreant?" cricd the friends cautiously surveying the empty gar- "I'll aek Mr.. Maklen if lie noticed any 'I! ae lz M r suspicious character w hen he comes back," gasped Mr. Jacoby. Perhaps it is some re- pulsive persou envious of the poor fellow's good fortune." Up to date Mr. Maiden ha« not returned, and Mr. Jacoby has formulated a theorv that the poor man's brain gave way w:tB excess of joy and .that. he drowned himself.

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