Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-06-16

it: hut before I can get up out t1ips stunnin'
ookin bunch OF dry goods, all wells and silk dust
coat, and wants to know if I'm Shorty McCabe:
which l says | am.
shoots And say, by the suspicious way she
looks at you'd thought I'd been breakn into
some nursery. III admit she was beaut, all right;
but the hard look gets from them big black eyes
didn't win for a
Maybe if | knew who you was, ma am, says l,
wed get along faster.
That don't soothe her a bit. She gives
glare, and then whirs around and shouts at couple
OF tough lookn bruisers that was in n, the car
Quick she sings out. Watch the rear and
side doors. I'm he's here.
And the mugs pile out and proceed to plant them
selves around the house.
sa-aay" says l., this begins to look excitin';
Those men are in my employ, says she.
Private sleut So says |.
boy without any trouble l will pay you Just twice
as much as your getting to hide him. I'm going
to have him, anyway.
We'll, WE'LL" says /.
And say, maybe you guess by that time l
feelin' like it warm day. If I'd had on
ceuloid collar, it'd blown up Inside CT ten
the plug that's guardin' the side door. The doins
short and sweet. He's no sooner slumped down
to feel what's happened to his jaw than No.. 2 come
but the third punch leaves him on the grass Then
| takes each of EN- by the ear, leads EN- out to the
road, and gives em little leather farewell to help
en- get under way.
Sorry to muss your hired help ma am" says I,
comm back to the front stoop; but this is one
place in the country where private detectives amt
wanted. And another thing, let's not have any
more talk about me bein' paid. If there's anyone
here beongin to you, you can have him and vel
come; but cut out the hold up business and the
graft conversation Now again, what's the narne?''
She was so mad she white around the lips;
but she's of the kind that knows when she's up
against it Il am Mrs Rutgers Greene" says she.
oh, yes' says l. From down the point?'
Mr.. Green lives at Orienta Point l believe,
says She
Now that was plain enough want it? You
wouldn't think I'd need postln on what they was
sayn at the clubs after that. But these high life
break always SO common you can keep track
of all of 'en, and she sprung it offhand that l
didn't more'n half tumble to what she meant.
Sure says l. III bring him down" And as
I skips up the stairs l sings out, Hey Mr.. Smith!
Your maws for you'll
There nothin' dom, though I knocks
the door, and calls again. Next l goes in. And
say it wa'nt until I'd paved over all the clothes,
and looked under the bed and into the closet that
| could believe it. He must have got up at day
light, slipped down the back way in his stockin'
feet, and skipped. The note on the stand
Clinches it. 1t wrote kind of wobbly, and the
spellin' was some streaked; but there want any
mistak n what he meant. He was sorry he had to
tell so many whoppers, but he want ever goin home
any more, and he much obliged for my tip
about the freight Maybe my jaw didn't drop.
Thick head! says l, catchin sight of myself in
the bureau glass. You would get humorous"
When | goes back down stairs l finds Mrs. Greene
pacn the porch. "Well?" says she.