be able to recognise true worth, even in a Candy Wagon, but such is the
power of convention he was forced to own to himself it was more than
possible she might not. Or if she did, her friends----

But these disheartening reflections were curtailed by the sudden
appearance of a stout, grey horse under the conduct of a small boy. The
shafts were lowered, the grey horse placed between them, and, after a
few more preliminaries, the Candy Wagon, Candy Man and all, were removed
from the scene of action, leaving the Y.M.C.A. corner to the rain and
the fog, the gleaming lights, and the ceaseless clang of the trolley
cars.




CHAPTER TWO

_In which the Candy Man walks abroad in citizen's clothes, and is
mistaken for a person of wealth and social importance._


The Candy Man strolled along a park path. The October day was crisp, the
sky the bluest blue, the sunny landscape glowing with autumn's fairest
colours. It was a Sunday morning not many days after the events of the
first chapter, and back in the city the church bells were ringing for
eleven o'clock service.

In citizen's clothes, and well-fitting ones at that, the Candy Man was
a presentable young fellow. If his face seemed at first glance a trifle
stern, this sternness was offset by the light in his eyes; a steady,