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MR. STRAUSSMAN WAS IDLING AT THE CLUB
Josie ! But later — what would she do later, when he did not come?
The turkey, stalking about the room in vain search for corn or other comforts, raised his voice now in hoarse lament, so sustained and irritable that along the corridor from other cells arose profane and maudlin protests.
''Here, youse guy wot t'inks youse is a toikey," shrieked the voice of an old beggar opposite, ''shet up an' go t' sleep."
Henry made a dive for his possession and succeeded in tying his handkerchief over the turkey's head, giving the bird the surprising appearance of a feathered sufferer from mumps. But even the ludicrous could not make him smile tonight. Josie! What could he do? He drained his pockets of change — ^two nickels and three pennies — not enough for a telegram. Suddenly he -Started, with the wildest idea his sane and simple mind had ever produced. It is only in emergencies that one comprehends one's own mental possibilities.
" Straussman ! " he said aloud, slowly. ' ' I never saw him — he never heard of me — but — for Josie and the kids "
He called the guard and gave him directions. Then, utterly worn out and callous to anything further that might happen, he sank down on his bench, rested his head on his hands and waited. The turkey, tired with his struggles, flopped nearer and went to roost on the stool, the handkerchief, twisted rakishly across one beady red eye, giving him the appearance of having been run in as a drunk and disorderly fowl.
The minutes droned away monotonously, broken by the flare of an elevated train or the uneasy mutterings of the miscreants in the cells. Henry thought of Josie, saw her frightened eyes on the clock, saw her pacing the room, saw her weeping —
"Hey, wake up, youse. Here's de guy wot youse sent for."
The clerk started to his feet, his face reddening.
"Mr. Straussman — sir " he
stammered.
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