Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-03-11


What kind of a bluff did you throw?" says l.
None at all, Shorty" says he 81 Just asked
if they would have room for three and they said
they would
Say that Rol1y don't need no nerve-tonic, does
he? You know about the Van Urbans, don't you?
They weigh in at something like umpteen millions
and are good fifth on Mrs Astor's list.
Straight goods now" says You don't reckon
to spring this aggregation the diamond horse
shoe, do your"
We must put in the time somehow, says he.
l thought it might be all grand josh until I'd
watched some of his moves. First we hunts up one
of those swell shops where it just says Robes
a brass plate outside. Ro1ly stays in there four
minutes and comes out with piece Of dry-goods
that they must have stood him up hundred for:
kind of cloak ulster length, all RUSTY black 81 k
outside and white lined. Miss Creamdrops, she puts
it with more fuss than as if she d been brought
up such things and had ordered this one month
ahead.
Next we shifts our Mott-st. chariot for the real
arcle-with rubber tires and silver lamps and heads
for the studio havin' s pIed long enough for
Roly to phone his chase his spike tailed
suit down there hotf-,.
About that tim got wise to the fact that Roly
and the girl wer ringin into their talk and [
was gettin' cuEous. / see Rolly shaking his head
like he tryin' TO prove an alibi and every once
in awhile C.utn to De. First thing knows she'd
quit his side OF the -rriage and was snugglin' up
alongside of me- cooin away in outlandish
kind of baby talk that I didn't savvy l made no
kick though until she begins to pat me on the
head.
Call her off, will your" says I. I'm no lost
kid"
The young lady is merely expressing her thanks,
says Rolly, to the gallant young hero who nobly
rescued her from the Maabistos Don't shy, Shorty.
She says that anyone brave you needn't
worry about not being handsome"
He was kiddin me, see? And l didn't have no
comeback that she could understand | felt like
a monkey, though, havn my hair mussed and
thinkin maybe next minute she d give me the knife
And Roly sat there GRIMM like ack-lantern
didn't get a chance to break away until we got
to the ranch here. Then we left her in the buggy
while we went up to make lightnn change. Ne
too? Sure! I've got headwaters rig. Bought it
for Tim Grogans annual ball. but | never looked
to wear it out attendin grand opera.
1 hope the Van Urbans will appreciate that I'm
gvin' EN- treat says l.
They'll be blind if they don't" says Rol1y
Is it your collar that hurts most?"
No. it's the shoes" says l; but maybe the
pain'n numb down by the time We get there"
We made grand entry about the end of the
second spasm. The Van Urbans had taken their
corners. There was Papa Van Urban, 1ookin' like
ready money; and Mama Van Urban, made up
regardless; and Sis Van Urban, one of those tall
Gainsborough girls that any piker could pick for
winner on form and past performance.
Say, it took all the front l had in stock just to
tag along as an aso-ran and when | thought of
Rolly headin' the procession l dead sorry for
him. l couldn't see how he was goin to make good.
And what kind of game do you think he hands
out? Straight talk, nothin' but! Course, he didn't
make any family histry out of telin who his lady
friend was, but far he went it tailed with the
card.
Out we go nowl" says I to myself and looks
to see Mama Van Urban throw cat fit. But she
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