The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1904-10-02

Call at 1920 Madison avenue at 8
o'clock this evening
Jecl1lev was lighting his cigar and
so did not observe my start of sur
prise. HaYe l said that jockey was
a newspaper man? One OF the new
school of journalism, creature VINO
would stick at nothing in the manu-
facture of a sensation. The scare
head is his god, and he holds nothing
else sacred in heaven and earth He
would sacriffce-but perhaps I'm UNI
lust to Jeckley; maybe it's only his.
bounce and flourish that / detest.
Furthermore, I'm a little afraid of him.,
I don't want to be written up.
..Esper Indiman," l read aloud.
Don't know him.
Ever heard the name?3 asked jock
I temporized. IT'S unfamiliar, Ger
. Jeclley looked gloomy. Nobody
seems to know him." he said: And the
name isn't to be found in the directory,
telephone book or social register"
Wonderful fellows. these newspaper
men. I never should have thought OF
going for Mr. Indiman like that.
But why and wherefore" l asked,
cautiously.
"A mystery, my son. The card was
showed into my hand not half an hour
ago.
.where?"
AT Twenty third and Fourth. There
were a lot of people around. and l
haven't the most distant notion Of the
guilty party
What does it mean?"
Jeckley shook his head.
What will you do about it?
Il will make the call, of course.
"Of Counsel"
'.There may be a story there-who
knows. Besides, it's directly on my
way to the Globe, and the curtain is
not until $50. Tell you what, old man,
come along with me and see the thing
to a finish. Fate leads a card-Mr.
Esper Indiman's-and We'll play the
second hand; what do you say?'
I declined firmly. God forbid that
should be featured, along with the
other exhibits in the case, on the first
page of tomorrow's Planet.
So" he assented, indifferently, and
pushed his chair back. well. must
push along-Lord! there's that copy
the old man will have it in for me good
and plenty if 1 don't get it down in
time. Adoisi" He disappeared, and
let him depart willingly enough. Later
on went up to the library for a smoke
no fear of encountering any Jockeys
there, and, in fact, the room was en-
tirely deserted. I looked at my watch;
it was ten minutes after Z, and that
gave me quarter of an hour in which
to think it over. Should I accept Mr..
Indiman's invitation to call?
looked around for an ashtray, and,
seeing one on the big writing table in
the center of the room, 1 walked over
to it.
There were some bits of white lying
in the otherwise empty tray-the frag-
ments of a torn up visiting card. A
portion of the engraved script caught
my eye, "Indi-"
1t was not difficult to piece together
the bits of pasteboard, for I knew pref
ty we'll what 1 should find. Completed,
the puzzle read, "Mr. Esper Indiman,"
and in pencil, Call at 1920 Madison
avenue at half-past this evening"
So there were three of us-if not
more Rather absurd this assignment
of a separate quarter of an hour to
each interyiew-quite as though Mr..
Indiman desired to engage valet and
we were candidates for the position.
Evidently, an eccentric person, but it's
a queer world anyhow, as most of us
know. There's my own case, for ex-
ample. I'm supposed to be gentle
man of leisure and means. Leisure,
certainly, but the means are slender
enough, and proceeding in diminish
ing ratio That's the penalty of having
been born a rich mans son and edu-
Gated chiefly in the arts of riding off at
polo and thrashing a single sticker to
windward in a Cape Cod squali. But
shan't say a word against the gov
ernor. God bless him! He gave me
what 1 thought wanted. and it wasn't
his fault that an insignificant blood
clot should beat him out on that day
of days-the corner in 'R. P" 1t was
never the Chicago crowd that could