The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1903-06-19
On his way uptown 10 see Wilcox he

On his way uptown 10 see Wilcox he
drew from his pOcekt a copy OF the
Rockton Globe Of the day before. He
had been getting the paper regularly
from a newspaper advertising agency
whose door he had passed every morn
ing. Staring him In the face on the
front page Of the Globe was long
| article about his disappearance. Hc
read IL with amusement until he
rea ched the last paragraph, which was
az follows:
Miss Elsie Matthews, who was en-
gagged to Mr.. Taylor, has been pros
trated by the news OF his strange dis.
appearance. She IL under the doctors
care at her home On Riverside ave
nue."
But say, old man." complained WI.
cox an hour later. ITS not the square
thing for you TO rush of like this. I've
hardly had a look AT you since you've
been here. / want 10 get up little
dinner In your honor"
"All right, Harry" exclaimed Taylor
heartily but hurriedly, "Tll come back
In about n wcek-Ill let you know the
day-and then I'll eat n dozen dinners
but now I've got 10 say goodby
wouldn't miss that train for fortune.
The next day Wilcox called on Dun
can. "Pm sorry for Lis sake that you
had 10 fire young Taylor" he remarked.
However. Livingston Taylor has not
Il 4
Hell be I'm town In a day or two. I'm
going 10 give him a dinner, and | want
you 10 be POSTMASTER. Duncan. You
are the best man for that sort Of thing
| know" Duncan bowed and smiled
modestly In acknowledgment Of the
compliment. He accepted the invita-
tlOn.
Through partly drawn curtains in n
wide doorway could he seen long
table that gllstened with china and
silver and was gay with flowers The
guests had almost all arrived. Wilcox
had by the arm very well-grOomcd
and alcrtlooking young man, and was
leading him toward another who was
younger and slcnderer, but equally nm.
usual in appearance.
,"Mr. Taylor, ! want TO present Mr..
and tell us all what n fine writer you
are" said Wilcox, grinning.
The two stared hard at each other for
an instant as they grlppcd hands.
.'Wc'vc met before" remarked Duncan
dryly.
81 believe we have" replied Taylor,
smiling.
When at last Duncan rose 10 make
his speech of presentation he wore a
very grave expression. After he had
secured the attention of the table he
paused, as II sorcly troubled how to
say what was in his mind. Suddenly,
with Iulyerlng finger pointing at
Taylor and voice that seemed 10 be
trembling with Indignation, he eX.
claimed:
Ladies' and gentlemen, that man
there, our guest Of honor, Is bunco-
stcerer"
Good! Goodw cried Bobby Carruth-
ers. There was applause and laughter
and the pounding OF glasses Duncan
swallowed n lump in his throat and
went on. lie told of his experience
with green reporter named Taylor.
He gave strong humorous coloring
to the story. IL was very effectively
done, and Duncan sat down amid great
applause.
Slowly and smillngly Taylor arose,
smoothing down his vest. He called
attention to the fact that the executive
head of great newspaper did not
know real merit when he saw It.; that
every day for nearly two weeks at least
n hundred dollars worth Of literature
had been thrown into the waste basket.
Easily and pleasantly Taylor rambled
on. touching In jocular vein upon the
primary cause Of his disappearance.
"a month ago" he said, This was
n tremendously serious matter to me.
Now. you observe. | smile over II.
Things have happened in the meantime.
As you know. disappeared. My home
paper reported that | had been unseen
for two weeks. Excellent paper! II
has taught me that sometimes one
must be unseen to be appreciated. IL
will give me great pleasure TO send
each of you piece of wedding cake"
New York Times.