ngo again； before having to scratch for a living…he had never considered trying to fetch enough to last ten years。
Never mind； this was more fun…and good practice for the much harder job of tackling an era he had never known。 Elizabethan England…that would be a real challenge。
He counted what he had left： three dollars and eighty…seven cents。 Not bad。
The blacksmith said； 〃Thought you'd fallen in。 Feel better？〃
〃Much better。 Thanks a lot。〃…
〃Don't mention it。 Deacon Ames says you claim to be a mechanic。〃 …
〃I'm handy with tools。〃
〃Ever work in a smithy？〃〃Yes。〃 …
〃Let me s~e your hands。〃 Lazarus let his palms be inspected。 The blacksmith said； 〃City feller。〃
Lazarus made no ment。
〃Or maybe you got those soft hands in the cooler？〃
〃I suppose that could account for it。 Thanks again for the use of your facilities。〃
〃Wait a jiffy。 Thirty cents an hour and you do what I tell you…and I may fire you after the fIrst hour。〃
… …〃Okay。〃
〃Know adything about automobeels？〃
…〃Some。〃
〃See if you can get that Tin Lizzie moving。〃 The smith jerked his head toward the far side of his shop。
Lazarus went outside； looked over the Ford Runabout he had noted there earlier。 Its turtleback had been removed； and a wooden box had been fitted to convert it into a pickup truck。
…Its wheel spokes showed signs of muddy roads； but it appeared to be in fair condition。 He removed the front seat； checked the gasoline with a dipstick he found there…half a
…tank。 He checked the water； added some from the shop's pump； then opened the hood and inspected the engine。
The lead from mago to coil box was not attached； he reconnected it。
He set the hand brake…decided that it was not very firm； … so he blocked the wheels。 Only then did he switch on ignition； open the throttle； and retard the spark。
He cautiously tucked his thumb by his fingers； rather than around the crank…then brought the crank up high； pushed and spun it。
The motor racketed； the little car shook。 He rushed to the driver's side of the car； reached in and advanced the spark three notches； and eased the throttle to idle。
The smith was watching。 〃All right； turn it off and e
…give me some wind on the forge。〃 Neither of them mentioned
the disconnected lead。…
When the smith…Tom Heimenz…stopped to eat lunch； Lazarus walked two blocks to a grocery store he had passed； bought a quart of Grade…A raw milk…five cents； three cents deposit on the bottle…looked at a nickel loaf of bread； then decided to splurge on the big dime loaf； he had had no breakfast。 He walked back to the blacksmith shop； and greatly enjoyed his lunch while he listened to Mr。 Heimenz's opinions。
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He was a Progressive…Republican； but this time time he was going to switch； Mr。 Wilson had kept us out of war。 〃Not that
he's done the country any good otherwise； the high cost of living is worse than ever…and besides that； he's pro…British。 But that fool Hughes would have us in the Europe~an War overnight。 It's a hard choice。 I'd like to vote for La Follette； but they didn't have sense enough to nominate him。 Germany's going to win； and he knows it…and we'd look pretty silly
？trying to pull England's chestnuts out of the fire。〃
Lazarus agreed solemnly。…
Heimenz told 〃Ted〃 to show up at seven the next morning。 But just before sundown； almost three dollars richer and fiis stomach well padded with sausage； cheese； and crackers； Lazarus was beyond the city…limits sign and moving west。 He had nothing against the town or the blacksmith； but he had not risked this trip to spend ten years in a country town at thirty cents an hour。 He intended to stir around； recapture the ifavor of the time。
Besides； Heimenz had been too inquisitive。 Lazarus had not minded the inspection of his hands or the suggestion that he might be fresh out of jail； and the disconnected wire was a standoff； but when Lazarus had parried a question about his accent with generalities the smith had tried to pin him down with just where in Indian Territory had he lived as a child and when did his folks e down from Canada。
A larger munity meant feore opportunities to lay hands on more than thirty cents an
hour without quite stealing it。
He had been walking an hour when he came across a stranded automobilist； … an old country …doctor plagued with aflat tire on a Maxwell。 LazArus dismounted a coal…oil sidelight and had the physician hold it while he patched the tube； replaced the tire and pumped it up； then refused a tip。
Dr。 Chaddock said； 〃Red； do you know how to drive these gas buggies？〃 Lazarus admitted that he did。 …
〃Well； son； since you're headed west anyhow； what would you say to driving me to Lamar； then a shakedown on the couch in my waiting ~room； breakfast…and four bits to boot for your trouble？〃 …… …
〃I say Yes to all of it； Doctor…save that there's no need to waste cash on me。 I'm nOt broke。〃 …
〃Stuff and nonsense。 Argue about it in the morning。 Fat plumb tuckered out； this day started before daybreak。 Used
to be I'd wind the reins around the whip and nap until the mare got us home。 But these things are stupid。〃 …
After a breakfast of fried eggs； fried ham； fried potatoes； pancakes with sorghum and country butter； …watermelon preserves； strawberry preserves； cream that would barely pour； and endless coffee saucered and blowed…the doctor's housekeeper； his old…maid sister； had kept plying Lazarus； insisting
that he wasn't eating enough to keep a bird alive…he set out again； a dollar richer； much cleaner； and looking less like a hayseed； …for spit and Shinola and elbow grease had improved the appearance of his shoes； and Miss tie had insisted on giving him sor馿 old clothes…〃Might as well be you； Roderick； as the Salvation Army。 Here； take this tie； too； Doc doesn't wear it anymore。 Look neat when you look for work； I always say…I do …declare I won't hardly open the screen door to give a man a handout if he don't wear a necktie。〃
He accepted it all； aware that she was right； aware also that Dr。 Chaddock would have spent a bad night trying to sleep in his automobile while his sister worried had not Lazarus e along…accounts balanced。 Miss tie made a neat bundle of his own clothes； he thanked her and promised to send them a postcard from …Kansas City…then he abandoned the bundle in the first bushes he came to； feeling mild regret as those clothes would wear indefinitely despite the worn look built into them。 But they were slightly anachronistic in cut and he had never expected to wear them longer than he had to…and a man on the road could not afford to look like a bindle stiff； which Miss tie probably didn't know。
He found the railroad but avoided the depot。 He posted himself at the north edge of town and waited。 A passenger train and a freight headed south went by； then about ten o'clock a freight showed up headed north and still slowly gathering
……speed； Lazarus swung aboard。 He made no effort not to be
…seen and let …the brakeman shake him down for a dollar…a replica dollar； his authentic dollars were now under a bandage on the inside of his left thigh。 …~ …
The brakeman warned him that there might be a railroad dick at the next stop…don't give him more than a dollar…and there were Pinkertons in the K。C。 yards if he… was going that far 。 。 so don't： those beauties would take his d晘l1& and work him over anyhow。 Lazarus thanked him ahd thought about asking what line this was…the Missouri Pacific？…but decided
that it did not matter； it was headed north； and the brakeman's advice let him know that it was going far enough to suit him。
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457After a long hot day； half of it in a gondola；… half in an empty boxcar that was small improvement； Lazarus ~droppcd off as thet train passed through Swope Park。 He was such a weary； dirty mess that he almost regretted not having bought a ticket。 But he put it out of his thoughts； knowing that arriving in a city…with no money could wind up as 〃thirty dollars or thirty days〃 instead of the milder tariff of a small town。
As it was； he had almost six dollars； most of it 〃real；〃 money。 He noted with delight that Swope Park looked familiar； despite the centuries。 He hurried on through and found the end of the Swope Park streetcar line。 While he waited for the infrequent weekday service； he paid a jitney for a triple…dip icecream cone and ate it with relish； peace in his soul。 Another five cents and a long trolley ride with one transfer took him into downtown Kansas City。 Lazarus enjoyed every minute and wished it were longer。 How peaceful and clean and tree…
shaded the city was！ How gently bucolic！
He recalled another time he… had visited his old hometown
…what century？…sometime early in the Diaspora； he thou~ht
…when a citizen venturing out into its filthy canyon streecs wore a steel helmet simulating a wig； a bulletproof vest and codpiece； spectacles that were armor； gloves that covered brass knucks； and other concealed and illegal weapons…but rarely went out into the streets； it was more discreet to stick to transportation pods and go outdoors only in the guarded suburbsespecially after dark。 …
But here and now guns were legal…and no one wore them。
…He got off the streetcar at McGee； found the Y。M。C。A。 by asking a policeman。 There； for half a dollar； he was given a key to a small cubicle； a towel； and a small bar of soap。
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After wallowing in a shower； Lazarus returned to the lobby； having noted both Bell and Home telephones at the desk； with
a notice 〃Local Calls 5 cents…pay the Desk Clerk。〃 He asked to use the telephone books； found it in the Bell System book：
〃Chapman； Bowles； & Finnegan； attys at law〃…R。 A。 Long Building； yes； that made sense。 He sea