is neighborhood with
both hands behind her back."

"Humph!" says he. "I s'pose you'd have her marry one of these
soup-toting college chaps, wouldn't you? Then they could live on Greek
for breakfast and Latin for dinner and warm over the leavings for
supper. No, sir! a girl hasn't no right to get married unless she gets
a man with money. There's a deck-load of millionaires comes here every
summer, and I'm goin' to help her land one of 'em. It's my duty as a
Christian," says he.

One evening, along the second week in July 'twas, I got up from the
supper-table and walked over toward the hotel, smoking, and thinking
what I'd missed in not having a girl like that set opposite me all these
years. And, in the shadder of the big bunch of lilacs by the gate, I see
a feller standing, a feller with a leather bag in his hand, a stranger.

"Good evening," says I. "Looking for the hotel, was you?"

He swung round, kind of lazy-like, and looked at me. Then I noticed
how big he was. Seemed to me he was all of seven foot high and broad
according. And rigged up--my soul! He had on a wide, felt hat, with a
whirligig top onto it, and a light checked suit, and gloves, and slung
more style than a barber on Sunday. If I'D wore them kind of duds they'd
have had me down to Danvers, clanking chains and picking straws, but on
this young chap they looked fine.

"Good evening," says the seven-footer, looking down and speaking to me
cheerful. "Is this the Old Ladies' Home--the Old Home House, I should
say?"

"Yes, sir," says I, looking up reverent at that hat.

"Right," he says. "Will you be good enough to tell me where I can find
the proprietor?"

"Well," says I, "I'm him; that is, I'm one of him. But I'm afraid we
can't accommodate you, mister, not now. We ain't got a room nowheres
that ain't full."

He knocked the ashes off his cigarette. "I'm not looking for a room,"
says he, "except as a side issue. I'm looking for a job."

"A job!" I sings out. "A JOB?"

"Yes. I understand you employ college men as waiters. I'm from Harvard,
and--"

"A waiter?" I says, so astonished that I could hardly swaller. "Be you a
waiter?"

"_I_ don't know. I've been told so. Our coach used to say I was the best
waiter on the team. At any rate I'll try the experiment."

Soon's ever I could gather myself together I reached across and took
hold of his arm.

"Son," says I, "you come with me and turn in. You'll feel better in the
morning. I don't know w