Evening star., 1907-10-27

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sense from Chandler WHlMlM N
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drifts in here, with card RA 6X
from Plnckney, and L IEXXN
looks him over | sizes XIYfWFK
him up of these 43Z4YfN//
air tight arlstocrats. WYf&yRfFH
that's so skttish about Hsf fHWEffU
nlentionin their private lEH| EfHW
affairs they don't 80 ! ''
let when the house
is afre.
And it was a close guess too. Why, Chanderd
been of my reg lars for most month before |
even locates the club that his steady hangout
I gettin' proud of Chandler, just on that
count Now with most folks that l meets in under
shirt and gym. trousers it would have been of
Channy and Shorty inside of ten days; but with
him. When he steps into the front office he pucks
his lid as prompt as if he was buttn into church.
Then there's John Drew bow and Good morn
ing, Professor McCabe " from him, and Howdy,
Mr.. Puen from
Is he payin' extra, or what" says Swiftly Joe.
"Ah, throw in the reverse clutch, Swifty!' says |.
That's just way of admittn' to each other
that both of us is real gents. It's somethin you'll
never have any call to practise.
Maybe did have to strain my mem ry some to keep
up, but it all just natural breathin with
Chandler. | should say the first words he learned
was Beg pardon, and don't S pose he tucked
a napkin under his chin in his life. He looks the
part too, bein' of these tall straight backed
chaps, with a figure that just built for frOCk
coats and dress suits He's one of the early old
kind havin' streak of gray in his foreock though
he can't be much over forty, If he's that.
gets it from Pinckney that Chandler comes from
some old Kentucky fam ly that's lived in New York
for two three generations and has always been IN
the swim. Tending out on balls and dinners and
teas Chambers reg lar job in life, and it
he could keep in shape to go against these little
three suppers and cOtillons that starts in the
middle of the night that Chandler calls me.
That what I'm here for, and on account of Pnck
ney I've got a sort of a leanln toward that kind
They amt any great in the world; but then
again they amt SO bad as some other brands.
Well, Chandler and me gets along fine, and L has
braced him up lot, and it all strictly business,
when one day last week, as we was hnlshn up with
: little genteel glove work he breaks his record.
on Thursday. l am going to the country for day
so"
That's nice, Mr. Pullen says l.
Pardon me" says he, but it's beastly bore.
| detest going to the country.
"Oh!' says |. Got string you, have they?,'
"Ah-er-a WHAT" says he.
It's case of drag, eh?" says l. Somebody out
there wndin' the winch3 Maybe Lady Angelina?"
oh, no, mol" says he. Dear, nol''
Then to prove his case he tells me about Uncle
Lyman. Seems the old boy had been a judge
something, and quite some of party back in Ward
McAster's times. But when Aunt Evira, his
min mate, had passed in, he took it awful hard.
He'd chucked his job, given all his old friends the
chester County, where he'd planted himself in a
rickety old ansard rooted affair and hadn't stirred
out of it since He'd been there dozen years so,
grown a billy goat beard, and worked up lot of
odd kinks in his gray matter, the way folks will
when they 60 off by themselves.
He'd tried to drop Chandler too; but Chandler
wouldn't have it, bein' one that banks heap on