The Ne'er-Do-Well

It was a crisp November night. The artificial brilliance of Broadway was rivalled by a glorious moonlit sky. The first autumn frost was in the air and on the side streets long rows of taxicabs were standing their motors blanketed their chauffeurs threshing their arms to rout the cold. A few well bundled cabbies perched upon old style hansoms were barking at the stream of hurrying pedestrians.