Tembarom."

If there had been a touch of coquetry in her earnest, sober, round, little face she would have been less distractingly alluring, but there was no shade of anything but a sort of softly motherly anxiety in the dropped note of her voice, and it was almost more than flesh and blood at twenty-five could stand. Tembarom made a hasty, involuntary move toward her, but it was only a slight one, and it was scarcely perceptible before he had himself in hand and hurriedly twisted his m.u.f.fler tighter, showing his teeth again cheerily.

"You keep on hoping it all day without a let-up," he said. "And tell Mr. Hutchinson I"m obliged to him, please. Get out of the way, Little Ann, while I go out. The wind might blow you and the hat-stand up- stairs."

He opened the door and dashed down the high steps into the full blast of the blizzard. He waited at the street corner while three overcrowded cars whizzed past him, ignoring his signals because there was not an inch of s.p.a.ce left in them for another pa.s.senger. Then he fought his way across two or three blocks to the nearest "L" station.

He managed to wedge himself into a train there, and then at least he was on his way. He was thinking hard and fast, but through all his planning the warm hug of the tartan comforter round his neck kept Little Ann near him. He had been very thankful for the additional warmth as the whirling snow and wind had wrought their will with him while he waited for the cars at the street corner. On the "L" train he saw her serious eyes and heard the motherly drop in her voice as she said, "I do hope you"ll be able to keep the page. I do that, Mr.

Tembarom." It made him shut his hands hard as they hung in his overcoat pockets for warmth, and it made him shut his sound teeth strongly.

"Gee! I"ve got to!" his thoughts said for him. "If I make it, perhaps my luck will have started. When a man"s luck gets started, every darned thing"s to the good."

The "L" had dropped most of its crowd when it reached the up-town station among the hundredth streets which was his destination. He tightened his comforter, tucked the ends firmly into the front of his overcoat, and started out along the platform past the office, and down the steep, iron steps, already perilous with freezing snow. He had to stop to get his breath when he reached the street, but he did not stop long. He charged forth again along the pavement, looking closely at the shop-windows. There were naturally but few pa.s.sers-by, and the shops were not important-looking; but they were open, and he could see that the insides of them looked comfortable in contrast with the blizzard-ruled street. He could not see both sides of the street as he walked up one side of the block without coming upon a confectioner"s. He crossed at the corner and turned back on the other side. Presently he saw that a light van was standing before one place, backed up against the sidewalk to receive parcels, its shuddering horse holding its head down and bracing itself with its forelegs against the wind. At any rate, something was going on there, and he hurried forward to find out what it was. The air was so thick with myriads of madly flying bits of snow, which seemed whirled in all directions in the air, that he could not see anything definite even a few yards away. When he reached the van he found that he had also reached his confectioner. The sign over the window read "M. Munsberg, Confectionery. Cakes. Ice-Cream. Weddings, b.a.l.l.s and Receptions."

"Made a start, anyhow," said Tembarom.

He turned into the store, opening the door carefully, and thereby barely escaping being blown violently against a stout, excited, middle-aged little Jew who was bending over a box he was packing.

This was evidently Mr. Munsberg, who was extremely busy, and even the modified shock upset his temper.

"Vhere you goin"?" he cried out. "Can"t you look vhere you"re goin"?"

Tembarom knew this was not a good beginning, but his natural mental habit of vividly seeing the other man"s point of view helped him after its usual custom. His nice grin showed itself.

"I wasn"t going; I was coming," he said. "Beg pardon. The wind"s blowing a hundred miles an hour."

A good-looking young woman, who was probably Mrs. Munsberg, was packing a smaller box behind the counter. Tembarom lifted his hat, and she liked it.

"He didn"t do it a bit fresh," she said later. "Kind o" nice." She spoke to him with professional politeness.

"Is there anything you want?" she asked.

Tembarom glanced at the boxes and packages standing about and at Munsberg, who had bent over his packing again. Here was an occasion for practical tact.

"I"ve blown in at the wrong time," he said. "You"re busy getting things out on time. I"ll just wait.. Gee! I"m glad to be inside. I want to speak to Mr. Munsberg."

Mr. Munsberg jerked himself upright irascibly, and broke forth in the accent of the New York German Jew.

"If you comin" in here to try to sell somedings, young man, joost you let that same vind vat blew you in blow you right out pretty quick.

I"m not buyin" nodings. I"m busy."

"I"m not selling a darned thing," answered Tembarom, with undismayed cheer.

"You vant someding?" jerked out Munsberg.

"Yes, I want something," Tembarom answered, " but it"s nothing any one has to pay for. I"m only a newspaper man." He felt a glow of pride as he said the words. He was a newspaper man even now. "Don"t let me stop you a minute. I"m in luck to get inside anywhere and sit down. Let me wait."

Mrs. Munsberg read the Sunday papers and revered them. She also knew the value of advertis.e.m.e.nt. She caught her husband"s eye and hurriedly winked at him.

"It"s awful outside. "T won"t do harm if he waits--if he ain"t no agent," she put in.

"See," said Tembarom, handing over one of the cards which had been Little Ann"s businesslike inspiration.

"T. Tembarom. New York Sunday Earth," read Munsberg, rather grudgingly. He looked at T. Tembarom, and T. Tembarom looked back at him. The normal human friendliness in the sharp boyish face did it.

"Vell," he said, making another jerk toward a chair, "if you ain"t no agent, you can vait."

"Thank you," said Tembarom, and sat down. He had made another start, anyhow.

After this the packing went on fast and furious. A youth appeared from the back of the store, and ran here and there as he was ordered.

Munsberg and his wife filled wooden and cardboard boxes with small cakes and larger ones, with sandwiches and salads, candies and crystallized fruits. Into the larger box was placed a huge cake with an icing temple on the top of it, with silver doves adorning it outside and in. There was no mistaking the poetic significance of that cake. Outside the blizzard whirled clouds of snow-particles through the air, and the van horse kept his head down and his forelegs braced. His driver had long since tried to cover him with a blanket which the wind continually tore loose from its fastenings, and flapped about the creature"s sides. Inside the store grew hot.

There was hurried moving about, banging of doors, excited voices, irascible orders given and countermanded. Tembarom found out in five minutes that the refreshments were for a wedding reception to be held at a place known as "The Hall," and the goods must be sent out in time to be ready for the preparations for the wedding supper that night.

"If I knew how to handle it, I could get stuff for a column just sitting here," he thought. He kept both eyes and ears open. He was sharp enough to realize that the mere sense of familiarity with detail which he was gaining was material in itself. Once or twice he got up and lent a hand with a box in his casual way, and once or twice he saw that he could lift some-thing down or up for Mrs.

Munsberg, who was a little woman. The natural casualness of his way of jumping up to do the things prevented any suspicion of officiousness, and also prevented his waiting figure from beginning to wear the air of a superfluous object in the way. He waited a long time, and circ.u.mstances so favored him as to give him a chance or so.

More than once exactly the right moment presented itself when he could interject an apposite remark. Twice he made Munsberg laugh, and twice Mrs. Munsberg voluntarily addressed him.

At last the boxes and parcels ware all carried out and stored in the van, after strugglings with the opening and shutting of doors, and battlings with outside weather.

When this was all over, Munsberg came back into the store, knocking his hands together and out of breath.

"Dot"s all right," he said. " It"ll all be there plenty time.

Vouldn"t have fell down on that order for tventy-vive dollars. Dot temple on the cake was splendid. Joseph he done it fine."

"He never done nothin" no finer," Mrs. Munsberg said. "It looked as good as anything on Fift" Avenoo."

Both were relieved and pleased with themselves, their store, and their cake-decorator. Munsberg spoke to Tembarom in the manner of a man who, having done a good thing, does not mind talking about it.

"Dot was a big order," he remarked.

"I should smile," answered Tembarom. "I"d like to know whose going to get outside all that good stuff. That wedding-cake took the tart away from anything I"ve ever seen. Which of the four hundred"s going to eat it?"

"De man vot ordered dot cake," Munsberg swaggered, "he"s not got to vorry along on vun million nor two. He owns de biggest brewery in New York, I guess in America. He"s Schwartz of Schwartz & Kapfer."

"Well, he "s got it to burn!" said Tembarom.

"He"s a mighty good man," went on Munsberg. " He"s mighty fond of his own people. He made his first money in Harlem, and he had a big fight to get it; but his own people vas good to him, an" he"s never forgot it. He"s built a fine house here, an" his girls is fine girls. De vun"s goin" to be married to-night her name"s Rachel, an" she"s goin"

to marry a nice feller, Louis Levy. Levy built the big entertainment- hall vhere the reception"s goin" to be. It"s decorated vith two thousand dollars" worth of bride roses an" lilies of de valley an"

smilax. All de up-town places vas bought out, an" den Schwartz vent down Fift" Avenoo."

The right moment had plainly arrived.

"Say, Mr. Munsberg," Tembarom broke forth, "you"re giving me just what I wanted to ask you for. I"m the new up-town society reporter for the Sunday Earth, and I came in here to see if you wouldn"t help me to get a show at finding out who was going to have weddings and society doings. I didn"t know just how to start."

Munsberg gave a sort of grunt. He looked less amiable.

"I s"pose you"re used to nothin" but Fift" Avenoo," he said.

Tembarom grinned exactly at the right time again. Not only his good teeth grinned, but his eyes grinned also, if the figure may be used.

"Fifth Avenue!" he laughed. "There"s been no Fifth Avenue in mine.