Page 3 - 1923 VES Meteor

T l i E ~IE'l'EOR 4 ' i half-century mru-k. His manner of dress suggested Bo-
hemia-Gr<'enwich Village, and that sort of thing.
..\s it was almost midnight, the few shops in this vicinity that were stili open were preparing to close. The man en- tered one of these just as the proprietor was about to close the door. .An evil 1oo1.-ing object was this proprietor, the kind of smff one imagines thugs to be made of.
lie gave this late visitor a suspicious, searching look,- finally, a vague light of recognition over-spread his coru·se features. Evidently this man had been here before. The The Gentleman of the Bohemian look muttered something in perfect high school French, the substance of which the shopkeeper did not seem to grasp, but after several repeti- tions of this phrase, he absorbed enough to give the inter- national "No," the shake of the head. It was easy to catch the look of disappointment that came to the visitor's face, and with an air of the inevitable, he again addressed the Parisian, who then made his way to the rear of the shop, and in a moment or two returned with a small box, which he deposited in the Bohemian's hand, who looked first at the box and then at the shopkeeper, and with an air of resigna- tion, put the box carefully in his right-hand coat pocket. He next placed something in the Parisian's palm, and turned and walked from the shop. The shopkeeper followed him to the door, and then followed him with his eyes, watched him walk hmriedly do"\\"11 the narrow street until he was swallo"·ed up in the darkness. He then barred up the door, and before putting out the light) he gazed intently upon the object the visitor had placed in his hand. Something like a smile came to his face and he gave a chuckle-a Parisian chuckle, and then turned our the light.