THE LUCK OF THE IRISH
"Very well; I'll take that."
"To-morrow, between two and three; steamship Ajax, tour of the world, San Francisco in February," droned the clerk.
The young woman pushed a flat packet of bills across the counter. These bills had the appearance of having dwelt in idleness for long. William saw her thrust the ticket into her hand-bag. What amazed him was that she did not give the ticket a single scrutiny. She slipped the hand-bag over her arm and departed.
"Well, what do you know about that?" said William to the world at large.
"Queer case," volunteered the clerk who had served the young woman. "All over in fifteen minutes by the clock. It generally takes a woman six months to decide when she wants to go somewhere. She starts for Naples and goes around the world!"
"What's her name?" asked William.
"Jones, the eternal Jones; and I had an idea that it was going to be Jones. A hundred thousand Joneses come in here during the year, and only about ten per cent. are Joneses. She looked to me to be running away from something or some one. A queer lot come in here. Well, it's all in a day's work. Pretty, too. Wager these bills came out of the bottom of a trunk." The clerk strode off toward the cashier's grille.
"Say," said William to his own clerk, "that young woman reminds me of some one."
"Who?"
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