No, he would not go back there this evening.

He would stay out and knock around as a man who was independent-not broke--well might.

He bought a cigar, and went outside on the corner where other individuals were lounging--brokers, racing people, thespians--his own flesh and blood.

As he stood there, he thought of the old evenings in Chicago, and how he used to dispose of them.

Many's the game he had had.