THE AWAKENING. 31 



a hand touched my shoulder and a voice in the stall I 

 occupied roused me with the remark, "A note for you, 

 sir." I opened it and read, "Come quick, or there will 

 be a strike. There is not a man on the job who can 

 read your copy. W. B." 



As I paid my check at the bar I asked Frawley the 

 names of the parties in the next stall. "A bunch of 

 Southerners," he replied, "who came on to play Hal 

 Pointer. They have the money and went out about 

 an hour ago to see how Cleveland looks by gas light. 

 Good night." 



