Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1900-02-03


my time and yet further explained hi
needs and plans-as, for instance, hi.
"scheme' for letting Calvert know
that the way was clear for him t.
change his desk while he was STANDING
feeling for match and was putting
on my hat and coat
You see, he said finally, barring
my way moment at the open door.
"it is hopeless for Inc to try to hang
around in Hoboken. That's where old
Martin lives | don't say I'm sorry
Anything but Hoboken. But there it is.
1t Is perfectly clear that, however
might walk in the letter, I'd blow the
whole spirit of the system the minute
stepped my foot into the parental fiat.
It's too late to do the Damon and
Pythias act with old Martin. I'm forced
to abuse your generosity. Thank you,
thank you'll It's been boon to talk to
you. 1t has indeed. I'll work the racket
with Calvert little slow. May be day
or two Before | get it around TO him
that the coast is clear. Then I'll have
10 wait upon occasion for good excuse
10 jump down there and take his place
IL the Office gets on to me, there's no
telling what'll be to pay. Good day.
good dayl I'd jump at the chance to
help you get married"
Bentley picked up his hat and his
cigar. put the one on the back of his
head and the other in his mouth Just
as he gave me what was in spirit
courteous, grateful little nod of fare.
well.
Old Martins little girl still bent her
pretty head studiously over her copy
without a hairbreadth's variation of
attitude.
Calvert had just come in and seated
himself in Sowing interpretive preoc.
cupation at bis desk.
That was the last saw of the Office
for three months. On the way home.
through the untimely movement of u
car. ! sprained my ankle. and for Il
weary while was confined to the house
In few days, however, began
work again, writing as lay ON a sofa
and depending on messenger boys ana
visits Of mingled business and condo.
lence from other members of the staff
to keep me in touch with tho office
had been Mt home perhaps month
when one day Mr.. Maloney. gentle
man who had filled by turns many diff.
ferent positions in The Appeal Office,
each. as rule. being less important
than the last, was ushered in The joy
OF gossip lighted up his bleary blue eyes
"And how are you, Miss AdGingtonf'
no 10 hal 81, q
brogue. And indeed it's enough TO
make the old one himself sorry for you
to see what good time you get ont Of
the worst Of occasions That Is a bit of
paradox. you are saying, and 20 lie
every other true thing that ever was
remarked in this topsy furry world. and
you are the one that's got the philo.
sophical head on your shoulders to find
that out long ago without waiting for
an observant old blind mole like me to
tell you. tYes. I'm an illustra ion-al.
low me. NMaloney shakily stopped to
pick mp my pen ~ can serve as an Il.
lustration when you write your cele.
brated treatise on the paradoxical And
now don't interrupt me for the space Of
minute. You're a sad chatterbox.
Miss Addington. I
He stopped and laid an unmanicured
forefinger against his grizzled temple
I'm preparing the way to graceful
transition. would be telling yod some.
thing that Is for your amusement.
am an observant old mole, l was say.
ing. and now can't be giving you one
particle Of useful information as to
whether or no the boss Is going to sell
the paper ont to the Republicans next
week nor rs to what will become of
you and me IL he does. though | dare
say there are other blind moles that
have discovered all that. but I'm about
to tell You that that big brute Bentley
is in love with that old proofreader's
little girl, and none in the Office knows
1t but me and him. and it's ten to one
| know 1t bestl Yes. sure, l thought
you'd be grateful to me for q little di.
version like that. It's not every day
you can see or even hear what brass
like when it's in love. Its ex.
perience much more resembles that of
white man than you would ever imag.
Inc, and that's the truth. No, he's not
trying, as he would say himself-worse
luck to him-he's not Just trying to
mash her; he's in love, I'm telling you,
and his feelings are not dissimilar to
those depicted by Tom Moore and other
poets that the hulking ignoramus never
heard OF. and there is the paradoxical
for You. Me bald spot was bigger than
a trade dollar before l could have be.
ieved such contradiction possible. SO
think what an inexplicabls surprise 1t
must be to him. that has no more power
Of ratiocination than me blackthorn
there. have been industriously gath
'ring the evidence for days. till me con-
Tiction was complete, before I'd come