and ran away just at the exciting moment when the Indian chief
dashed into camp and summoned his braves to the war-path.

Perhaps he could hide from thought at home.

As he came into his room he stood at gaze like a kitten of good
family beholding a mangy mongrel asleep in its pink basket.
For on his bed was Mrs. Zapp, her rotund curves stretching behind
her large flat feet, whose soles were toward him. She was
noisily somnolent; her stays creaked regularly as she breathed,
except when she moved slightly and groaned.

Guiltily he tiptoed down-stairs and went snuffling along the
dusty unvaried brick side streets, wondering where in all New
York he could go. He read minutely a placard advertising an
excursion to the Catskills, to start that evening. For an
exhilarated moment he resolved to go, but--" oh, there was a lot
of them rich society folks up there." He bought a morning
_American_ and, sitting in Union Square, gravely studied the
humorous drawings.

He casually noticed the "Help Wanted" advertisements.

They suggested an uninteresting idea that somehow he might find
it economical to go venturing as a waiter or farm-hand.

And so he came to the gate of paradise:


MEN WANTED. Free passage on cattle-boats to Liverpool feeding