Our Mr. Wrenn The Romantic Adventures of a Gentle Man

or to these shops.... Look at that: `Red Lion Inn.'... `Overhead trams' they call the elevated. Real flavor, all right. Engli

glowing Mr. Wrenn, a

ting the Lipton's T

he a friend of the

and he owned big so

are Mr. Wrenn prayer

e. Fine," ag

here's the art-gallery across the Square, and here's the Lime Street Station." He had studi

cars! Quaint things. What is it they call '

ike in

. That's ticket

ant, timidly but earnestly. Morton was troubled. As they sat on a park ben

he matter

thinking." Morton s

"Well, old Bill, go

living on yo

n't living on me. Be

ve a whole lot better

of you. Can't do it, though. Got to

way I want to, haven't I? Aw, come on. We'll bum along together, and then when

care for the kind of knock

d. Aw, come

ded to like to bum ar

soon get t

k page of the Journal-something about a joyous adventure. That's what being friends is. Course you understand I wouldn't want to say this to most people, but you'll understand how I mean. It's-this friendship business is just like those old crusaders- you know-they'd start out on a fine morning-you know; armor shining, all that stuff. It wouldn't make any dif. what they met as long as they was fighting together. Rainy nights with folks sneaking through the rain to get at 'em, and all sorts of things- ready for anything, long as they just stuck together. That's the way this friendship business is,

rm and did not answ

ng it around with me. But you sure got the exaggerated idee o

pride which seemed d

t as Mor

ish jails to-oh, St. Petersburg.... You made good on th

, I

ow and met in New York again. But not if

ok here,

think it over. Let's not t

man, won't you? And to-night you'll let

Morton h

He would have thought it absurd to pay eighteen cents for a ticket, but pence-They were out at nine-thirty. Happily tired, Mr. Wrenn sug

beat it down to a lodging-house on Duke Street.... Juke Street!... Remember how I r

ust hurt me to think of you sleeping in one

of Mike, Wrenn, get

ge on you, and that's

ir company for a minute, a

e, let me tell you, and when I do-Oh rats! Say, I didn't mean to get huffy, Morty. But, doggone you, old man, you can'

ll take you up on that. We'll

of the large private estates, through narrow streets where dim trees leaned over high walls whose long silent stretches we

ry stone porch, just suited, Morton declared, "to a couple of hoboes like us. If a bobb

the street. The paved floor was cold to his bare feet, and, as he tried to go to sleep, it kept getting colder and colder to his back. Reaching out his hand, he fretfully rubbed the cracks between stones. He scowled up at the ceiling of the po

reat waste of educational advantages not to study the tower of this for

h, Bill? Afraid you wouldn't. Must say I didn't either, though. Well,

k, and he pronounced, "Some Waldorf-Astoria, that stack!" as they sneaked into the lot. They had laid loving

ps, what are yo

ng two straws, ambled out of the shadow

we sleep in your hay

ricans. Came over

gh money to last us

d, "Aw, ple

e States. He used to own this stable with me. In St. Cloud, Minnesota, he is, yo

rton; "I've hun

now! My brother's

in the northern par

ome narrow

Pittsburg, sang somewhat in this wise th

-deep snow. Snow-shoes. Hiking along-reg'lar mushing-packing grub to the lumber-camp. Way

the story. He had read it in a

but only one shell. Thrust the muzzle of his rifle right into the bear's mouth. Scared for a minute. Almost fell off his snow-shoes. Hard

?" the Englishman s

ce, those woods. Hope your brothe

you ever meet him?

Scrab

ods that came from St. Cl-St. Cloud? Yes, that was it. He was telling us

Wrenn. Suddenly: "You chaps can sleep in the stable-loft

e "good night" to Morton. He slept nine hours. When he awoke, at the sound of a cha

lways did hate to graft on people. So I am going to beat it off alone. But I hope I will see you in N Y & we will enjoy many a good laugh together over our trip. If you will phone t

rawled languidly down from the hay-loft he glowered in a manner which was decidedly surly even for Bill

aising his head and regarding Mr. Wrenn as a

n; a bloated Cockney, with a dirty neck-cloth, vile cuf

I could sleep he

been giving you any of the p

ll didn't feel like standing much just then. He'd punch thi

a mind to set the 'tecs on you, but I'm ly

nd squared at him. He was sorry tha

left hand, and hit Bill Wrenn on the aforesaid bloody nose, which immediately became a bleeding nos

'ave the law on you, but I coul

Cockney, who seized his collar, set him down outside the

me to our Su

v-ry Sunday

ht I was getting this hobo business down pat..