Bluffer's Luck

A girl stopped at the entrance of a cheap boarding house, where a single electric bulb partly illuminated the faded sign. Her faded old raincoat glistened in the light, and her cheap felt hat leaked drops of water as she glanced up at the sign.

It was not because she was unfamiliar with that sign. Nan Whitlock had passed under it several times a day for a number of months, because it was her home. That is, it was the only home she had, and just now she was wondering how much longer she could call it home.

After a short period of reflection she went inside, passed the dining-room door and started up the stairs. Beneath the raincoat was a small parcel, and she quickly slipped it farther out of sight as a step sounded on the stairs above her.

It was Mrs. Emmett, the landlady, a short, chubby sort of woman, but with features prematurely hardened from forcing payments. Just now she narrowed her eyes and glanced upon Nan Whitlock as she partly blocked the stairs.

ÒI was just at your room, Miss Whitlock,Ó she said. ÒUnless you and Miss Allan pay for that room before breakfast to-morrow, IÕve a new inhabitant for the same.Ó

ÒWasÑwas Miss Allan there?Ó faltered Nan.

ÒShe was not. IÕm tired of promises, and I just heard that Miss AllanÕs show closes to-morrow night.Ó

ÒYes, I know that,Ó said Nan meekly.

ÒOh, ye do? And I suppose I was to be left holding the sack, as they say, eh? Well, IÕm not. IÕve had her trunk put in storage to-day, and sheÕll not get it until the rent is all paid.Ó

ÒOh, IÕm sorry about that, Mrs. Emmett.Ó

ÒSheÕll be sorry, too, IÕm thinking. Oh, I donÕt mean to be cross about it, but business is business. If I have to, IÕll attach your wages, my dear. With a fly-by-night like Madge Allan, all I can do is take her trunk. You tell her, will ye? And, of course, that means both of ye get out, unless the money is paid. Her with her fine clothes and fur coats, and a taxi at the door almost every night! And she canÕt pay twenty dollars rent! Well, you two think it over, my dear. Unless I miss my guess, IÕll have a vacancy after breakfast.Ó

She stepped aside and walked grandly down the stairs, while Nan hurried on to her room, where she lighted the gas jets, threw off her wet coat and sat down rather heavily. Nan was not pretty, but she had an oval face, wistful gray eyes, and a wealth of wavy auburn hair. Twenty-two her last birthday, and out of a job again.