Short Story Classics (American) Vol. 2

experience of New York as to be aware that if he could once establish himself in a house associated

tle French restaurant, some distance away, which had been nicknamed among those of his acquaintance who resorted to it "The Fried Cat.

now that the shoes were very defective as to their soles, and would admit the water freely from the accumulated puddles of the sidewalks. In fact, he had been ashamed to expose their bad condition to the porter when he put them out every night, as he was forced to do, since they were his only pair. Drawing them on hastily, in order to conceal his mortification from even his own mind, he sallied forth; and though at the moment of putting them on a dim sense of something unfamilia

at another apartment his own very insufficient foot-gear; but there was no chance now to

. This particular day, however, was by no means an ordinary occasion. Crombie had made up his mind to t

d itself for a promotion. At the best, even should he rise, what could he expect? To be cashier, perhaps, or possibly, under exception

ot in a position to deny this; but all I can be certain of

more by her generous presence, which conveyed the idea of a harmonious and lovely character. She had light hair and blue eyes, but these outward at

up, gave it to her, and received her smiling thanks for his little service. Another time, as he was descending in the elevator, a door opposite the shaft, on the second floor, stood open, and he caught a glimpse of the apartment to which it gave access

He learned that she was the daughter of Littimer