Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-07-28


like that in New York either. But you
take a pay day afternoon in the bow-wow days,
when the asphalt gets to softenin' up and the ex-
cursion trains bein sent out double headed, and
it's then Broadway nearest to givn an imta-
ton of Main-st. in Skowhegan.
l just thinkn about chasn' myself out to
Primrose Park and treatin' the mosquitoes, when
up to the curb rolls big gasolene parlor car with
the windows all open and one lonesome gent slttin
up stiff and straight in the middle seat. Even be-
fore he opens the gate feels the cool air rushin'
out and if I'd had my eyes shut could have guessed
it was either Vice President Fairbanks or Cuyler
Hartshorn.
Which was it, All say, you don't think I'm hand
lin the North Pole candidate do YOU 1t was Cuyler,
of course. Maybe he ain such big block off the
berg the Indiana gent, but in his way Cuyler is
a good deal of a human frappe. But don't mind
little thing like that, specially this kind of weather
When he drifts into the studio there amt any need
runnn the electric fans.
He's been one of my reg'lars for quite sometime
now and we've got so well acquainted that he can
almost tell me from Swiftly Joe. That's good
of trust. Ever see one of that kind! Two or
three years ago Cuyer was Twin on the cheap at
college club, and his whole assets was one trunk
three shares of Standard Oil common, and the
family coat of done in colored ink Now he
carries latch key to a double breasted house on
Riverside Drive sets in at directors meetin S, and
makes noise like balloon when papa in law don't
happen to be around the office. Say can just see
him chillin' the gizzards of them ten-doar clerks
Never had glimpse OF Cuyler eb? hes one Of
but reg straight front torpedo bow fog split
ter-a nose what am Holds it we'll up in the air.
Cuyler does, and looks out past it at you like he
irwin to guess what excuse you had for Twin.
That's what of not bein' able to forget that
you're third vice president of trust by marriage
and that Your great grandfather had his cut
on monument. So 1 near loses my balance when
Cuyler gives me the signal to butt into the
limousine.
"Me?" saws 1, lookin' around to see if he didn't
mean some one else He mods his head
Il expect you'd like to take little with
down to Coney Island and back, wouldn't your"
says he.
If it had been John D; himself 1 wouldn't have
gasped harder, or grabbed it quicker You
couldn't have picked willin' party says l.
mine! Gddap!'
Cuyler pushes little button, and Jules on the
front porch gives her the first speed ahead,
trimmins and workin' my shoulder into the leather
paddin', this is opulence all right! Guess you
had to strip few thou off your bank roll when you
picked this wagon; eh, Mr.. Hartshorn?'
1t is rather good car" says he, careless like.
Belongs to Mrs. Hartshorn's father, you know"
1 might have guessed that; for any of Cuyler's
dear friends will be glad to tell you how he's the
tightest wad in their bunch. I've heard more or
less about Cuylers habits along this line; but inside
Of the next hour so l has what the pancake flour
agents calls practical demonstration.
First off, this little trip of his that has all the
tags of reckless blowout, was just swell way of
dom the iron steamboats, out of half dollar
made free to son Cuyler Seems that Mrs. Cuyler
away with the old folks too, and that's whole
lot cheaper than payin the passage money yourself
Maybe Cuyler want achin' to give up all these
points; but l was tryin' to be sociable, so they
come out. Anyway, he didn't balk none about
countin up how much he was savln'. Fact is, he
seemed to enjoy it.
And by crossing Brooklyn bridge instead of
taking the ferry says he, Il can make the entire
trip without spending cent"
You re wonder" says |.
But say, | didn't half appreciate him. l was
fgurn' on seem him let loose of some coin after
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