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so fortunate as to secure a position here. But would he be? And where was Mr. Squires? He approached the youth at the small desk: ā€œDo you know where I will find Mr. Squires?ā€ he asked.

ā€œHere he comes now,ā€ replied the youth, looking up and examining Clyde with keen, gray eyes.

Clyde gazed in the direction indicated, and saw approaching a brisk and dapper and decidedly sophisticated-looking person of perhaps twenty-nine or thirty years of age. He was so very slender, keen, hatchet-faced and well-dressed that Clyde was not only impressed but overawed at onceā ā€”a very shrewd and cunning-looking person. His nose was so long and thin, his eyes so sharp, his lips thin, and chin pointed.

ā€œDid you see that tall, gray-haired man with the Scotch plaid shawl who went through here just now?ā€ he paused to say to his assistant at the desk. The assistant nodded. ā€œWell, they tell me thatā€™s the Earl of Landreil. He just came in this morning with fourteen trunks and four servants. Can you beat it! Heā€™s somebody in Scotland. That isnā€™t the name he travels under, though, I hear. Heā€™s registered as Mr. Blunt. Can you beat that English stuff? They can certainly lay on the class, eh?ā€

ā€œYou said it!ā€ replied his assistant deferentially.

He turned for the first time, glimpsing Clyde, but paying no attention to him. His assistant came to Clydeā€™s aid.

ā€œThat young fella there is waiting to see you,ā€ he explained.

ā€œYou want to see me?ā€ queried the captain of the bellhops, turning to Clyde, and observing his none-too-good clothes, at the same time making a comprehensive study of him.

ā€œThe gentleman in the drug store,ā€ began Clyde, who did not quite like the looks of the man before him, but was determined to present himself as agreeably as possible, ā€œwas sayingā ā€”that is, he said that I might ask you if there was any chance here for me as a bellboy. Iā€™m working now at Klinkleā€™s drug store at 7th and Brooklyn, as a helper, but Iā€™d like to get out of that and he said you mightā ā€”that isā ā€”he thought you had a place open now.ā€ Clyde was so flustered and disturbed by the cool, examining eyes of the man before him that he could scarcely get his breath properly, and swallowed hard.

For the first time in his life, it occurred to him that if he wanted to get on he ought to insinuate himself into the good graces of peopleā ā€”do or say something that would make them like him. So now he contrived an eager, ingratiating smile, which he bestowed on Mr. Squires, and added: ā€œIf youā€™d like to give me a chance, Iā€™d try very hard and Iā€™d be very willing.ā€

The man before him merely looked at him coldly, but being the soul of craft and self-acquisitiveness in a petty way, and rather liking anybody who had the skill and the will to be diplomatic, he now put aside an impulse to shake his head negatively, and observed: ā€œBut you havenā€™t had any training in this work.ā€

ā€œNo, sir, but couldnā€™t I pick it up pretty quick if I tried hard?ā€

ā€œWell, let me see,ā€ observed the head of the bellhops, scratching his head dubiously. ā€œI havenā€™t any time to talk to you now. Come around Monday afternoon. Iā€™ll see you then.ā€ He turned on his heel and walked away.

Clyde, left alone in this fashion, and not knowing just what it meant, stared, wondering. Was it really true that he had been invited to come back on Monday? Could it be possible thatā ā€”He turned and hurried out, thrilling from head to toe. The idea! He had asked this man for a place in the very finest hotel in Kansas City and he had asked him to come back and see him on Monday. Gee! what would that mean? Could it be possible that he would be admitted to such a grand world as thisā ā€”and that so speedily? Could it really be?

V

The imaginative flights of Clyde in connection with all thisā ā€”his dreams of what it might mean for him to be connected with so glorious an institutionā ā€”can only be suggested. For his ideas of luxury were in the main so extreme and mistaken and gaucheā ā€”mere wanderings of a repressed and unsatisfied fancy, which as yet had had nothing but imaginings to feed it.

He went back to his old duties at the drugstoreā ā€”to his home after hours in order to eat and sleepā ā€”but now for the balance of this Friday and Saturday and Sunday and Monday until late in the day, he walked on air, really. His mind was not on what he was doing, and several times his superior at the drugstore had to remind him to ā€œwake-up.ā€ And after hours, instead of going directly home, he walked north to the corner of 14th and Baltimore, where stood this great hotel, and looked at it. There, at midnight even, before each of the three principal entrancesā ā€”one facing each of three streetsā ā€”was a doorman in a long maroon coat with many buttons and a high-rimmed and long-visored maroon cap. And inside, behind looped and fluted French silk curtains, were the still blazing lights, the Ć  la carte dining-room and the American grill in the basement near one corner still open. And about them were many taxis and cars. And there was music alwaysā ā€”from somewhere.

After surveying it all this Friday night and again on Saturday and Sunday morning, he returned on Monday afternoon at the suggestion of Mr. Squires and was greeted by that individual rather crustily, for by then he had all but forgotten him. But seeing that at the moment he was actually in need of help, and being satisfied that Clyde might be of service, he led him into his small office under the stair, where, with a very superior manner and much actual indifference, he proceeded to question him as to his parentage, where he lived, at what he had worked before and where, what his father did for a livingā ā€”a poser that for

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