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The proprietor of the establishment sat at a small table absorbed in the

perusal of a week-old Sunday newspaper He growled out a "Guess so

Sausages; baked beans; coffee," to Ram Juna's polite inquiry It neither

looked nor s, but the Hindu submitted to fate and

sed a hasty and unpalatable ht?" he asked, turning

to his host

The evident refinement in his voice made that worthy look up from his

literary occupation in some startled curiosity

"They ain't ers," he said with an

unpleasant grin "But I guess you ht find a berth at Sally Munn's, if

you ain't too particular about morals She's a merlatter herself; keeps

a place 'bout six houses down, first street to the left" The man

stared impudently as he spoke, but Ram Juna said, "Thank you," with his

usual politeness as he went out The Hindu noted the impudent stare, but

he went aith an indifferent air

"See here!" said the proprietor to his single other custoe of that black feller that just

skipped?"

"Say, it's hi reward offered"