Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-05-23
NEWS FROM NEW YORK

He romped home a little after O'Clock
in the afternoon, looking as busy as II he'd
been negotiating railroad merger with
Morgan, Hartman. Keene and those people.
wish you'd throw some things into that
bag of mine, my dear" he said to his
wife, in tone that was meant to imply
both hurry and preoccupation. I've got
to hustle over to New York this afternoon
for series of business conferences with
some people I'm in with on deal-want to
make the Congressional Limited. So get
lively, won't you, please?"
She dropped into a chair, pouting.
ooh, that horrid old New York again.!
she said 81 do wish you would arrange to
transact your business in Washington
make them come down here to see you, or
something. You always come back from
never able to eat anything for day or SO
after your return from those New YORK
trips. and l am perfectly certain that the
New York water doesn't agree with you.
This Washingtonian is pretty good nlm-
self, however, and he came back TINS way:
Now, little one-precious-you know very
well how I despise these New YORK TRIPS
myself-how lonesome become over there
all by myself in the great city. with no
body to talk to-but business Is business,
and of course there's no way l can DUCK
these trips when I'm called upon to make
EN-. or 1 certainly would-you know tna''
| don't your
well, II hope so. Tom" she replied.
| miserably, as he folded her in his arms.
But what makes your letters to me so
scarce when you are in New York! Inc
last time you were there you only wrote to
me seven times in the ten days that you
were gone. and your letters were SO snort
and choppy and-and queer! l just know
| 1t was that horrid old New York water!
"Cunnin' little catbird," said he, strok-
| ing her hair, Il was up to my ears INN
| business every minute was In New YORK
| the last time-something doing-er-every
second of the time from the first gong In
the morning until taps al night. -,
How long are you to be gone this timer
| she asked him.
bout a week. he replied, again put
| ting on his busy manner, land. say, my
dear, how about getting that bag packed?'
| looking at his watch. I've just got to
make that train, you know-our prelimi-
nary conference takes place In New YORK
| tonight
Promise to send me special delivery
letter every single. solitary day you are
| away" she said to him. o,.
| why, sure thing, my dear" ne SAID,
| heartily, and then his face suddenly became
Illuminated with an idea mo. III tell you
what I'll do. FL barely have time to eat.
| much less write letters. on this trip-Dut II
just send you a cute little telegram every
day at exactly 1 o'clock. telling you how
I'm making out and so On. You'll get the
kilograms every day long bout this time.
and it'll relieve the monotony OF the days
for you heap more than any old letters
would-don't you think SO, tinkie-wfnkie p
why. 1t will be lovely, Tom-and so ex-
citing!" she exclaimed Frightening. Il do
SO love to get kilograms when l know In ad-
| vance whom they are from. and that there's
no bad news in them! But you will be sure
to send them every day?'
We'll. 1 guess yes" he replied, and then
she raced upstairs and packed his grip, and
he executed his getaway in time to make
his train.
On the following day. along toward !
Washington. D. c.. little bit pouchy I'M
derneath the eyes, but otherwise quite OBJ
viously in the game, might have been OBJ
served" as the lady novelists used to ex-
press 1t. entering branch telegraph office
on that section Of Broadway which. after
nightfall. is Illuminated so that 1t seems as
If jocund day had not yet departed.
He grabbed bunch Of telegraph blanks,
sat down at a table, and was real busy for
the space of about five minutes. The seven
kilograms, severally dated from May to
May 13, inclusive over which he labored
were each and all addressed to Mrs T. Hot
clip. address immaterial, Washington, D.
G. Each telegram was sure-enough gem
in its way. The author of them strolled over
to the counter with the bundle of dispatches
in his hand. and threw them down before
the shrewd-eyed receiving clerk.
"Jacky," remarked Mr.. Hotclip to the re-
ceiving clerk, sagely screwing up his right
optic, I'm writing 'em in sets now
want you to see that one Of these Is skated
Off every day promptly at 1 o'clock p. M.
see? And be sure you have em sent in ro-
tation--get the dates right I mean-because
they're serial story, savvy?" and he slip
ped two-dollar note into the receiving
t-clerk's palm.
I'm next, all right" remarked the
shrewd-eyed receiving clerk. pocketing the
twO-spot. They're film 'em here in
lunches. right along, that way"
Mr. Hotclip paid for the kilograms, and
then he sauntered out to attend one of those
business conferences. whistling the initial
bars of You Can't Keep a Beaver LIN a
Tree" as he went.