The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1894-09-15

bullying pocketbook. "Tallantire, you
always know everything, who's going
to win the Derby this year? l want
flyer badly"
Another man. who was stabbing the
red stuffed seats with an umbrella,
grinned.
''Tallantire's tips! Fatal above the
average, by Jove.'
They were group of journalists in |
q little Fleet street restaurant, and the |
newcomers young man with strong
rugged features and gray eyes-re-
turned the greeting with nod. His
clothes were seedy, and he looked de
pressed-with reason, for Mr.. Dick
Carroll was free lance in New Grub
street, and things were very bad with
him, indeed.
''Of course, you all know that the
Mayfair Mirror mas sacked Inglefeld?"
continued he of the pocketbook. Eyes,
it's fact The rock they split upon
was this American singing woman the
public is making such fuss about
Cynthia Charrington. She Is eccen-
trio it seems--won't be interviewed,
and because nobody else con get an
interview the Mirror wants one
wants it badly-would give its ears
for one. Well, Inglefield went after it
and failed. She fatty refused to re-
ceiye him. 1t wasn't his fault, of
course, but the Mirror wouldn't see it.
and intimated that he was a muf.
They had words. and wished each
other good morning. Whereupon it
comes to pass that there is a vacancy
on the staff of the Mayfair Mirror, and
guess If anybody could do that inter
view. and supply the long-felt want
he would stand a very good chance OF
filling it. Waiter, are you raising
that chop?"
Coming, sir"
"Rawson of the Mirror always had
beast of temper" growled the man
with the beard. "but, all the same, a
post on his sixpenny rag isn't to be
sneezed at. If had the enterprise Of
my early youth I would run down to
London-super-M are-she's staying at
the Colosseum till the new production
on Monday-and try my luck. Yah!
you rising generation haven't the nous
to grasp your opportunities when you
get EN-"
The speaker subsidized into corner,
and the discussion of an entre-cote,
and Dick Carroll collected every coin
he had about him and summed up the
total.
''Seven and tenpence," he reflected.
"Just the price of third return to
Brighton, and fourpence over to play
with Shall go or shall have dinner!
Shall lose a chance of obtaining q
jolly good post or dine off buns?"
He weighed the idea and the silver
obviously, and he decided in favor OF
boldness and buns.
Eyes, sir?" queried the waiter with
cordial grin-Dick was an old Gus
toner.
II have just recollected an appoint
ment," exclaimed the journalist, gen
ially, for the benefit of his brothers
in-arms; he would rather have died thar
confess the state of his exchequer. g
shall not tax the resources of YOU
chef to-day. / wish you good-morn
ing, John"
He went, humming, had a bun and {
glass of milk at the A. b. c. mex
door, and walked to London Bridge
station because he could not afford the
bus fare. When he settled himself il
the corner of compartment, he hat
nothing in his pockets but three ha'
pence and postage-stamp trifie TIT
worse for wear.
IF" said Dick, miss Charringtor
is adamantine, / shall-what shall
do?'
He shivered as he caught glimps
of the Thames over the parapet of tn
bridge-the muddy water suggested
unpleasant thoughts.
1t was just quarter past two whel
he entered the hotel and asked at tn
enquiry Office in the hall for Miss Char
rington.
The singer had suite of rooms o.
the first floor, and a boy in button
took his ca I'd to her. Dick knew tina
If he were to mention the word 'ir
terview' she would probably refuse t
see him; his only chance was to gal
her presence in his private capacit
nature for the upshot.
"Say should be glad of few mil
utes' conversation with her on a ma
ter of business" said Dick, and the
he waited with his heart in his thros
till the buttons" reappeared with til
information that Miss Charringto
would see him, and forthwith escorte
him up the broad staircase to her pr
vate sitting-room.
Dick was not of bashful dispos
ton, but the nature of his errar
killed his aplomb. He felt his col,
rise as she turned from the open wi
dow and advanced towards him hol
ing his card in her hand-a tall, Ell
giant woman, with well-poised hea