Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-05-11
DEEDS OF DARING OF ANTLTIPPER
DUMFOUNDS THE SEEKERS OF FEES

throughout the meal the Pittsbure man WA
right there In vocing his approval of Ru-
dolph's efforts
.. ".Ah. we'll iced yet not too frappe. tina.
champagne, Rudolph. he said to the
waiter. Everything In the service of a din
ner, isn't there% this to me- Some walters
VIII persist in getting the Champagne SO
auohihabiy cold that IL isn't fit to drink
Jollied the Waiter.
BY Jove. Rudolph he said again to tho
waiter, but you must pull some part cular
wire win the chef. This terrapin is some
.hing unusual. Great satisfaction. isn't it.
TINS again to me, to fall in with a waiter
who has the good will of the chefr
wen, after that experience of the morn
Ing at the barber shop was afraid. afraid
particularly when my Pittsburg friend was
SO exceedingly cordial toward the waiter.
ana yet l didn't think he'd do 1t. 1 admit
suppose he could possibly do It, 1t seemed
out OF nature and all custom 1t was un
to think Of
THE bill came to sl64O. After sendin~
Rudolph away to the desk for the check
my F1ttsburg man got up from the table
and knew 1t was going to happen He
was preparing for prompt exit. Rudolph
returned with the $500 change on the silver
tray. Very slowly and deliberately NV
Pitts6urg friend picked up. first. the 81 bill
and the 20 cents in silver Rudolph was be-
ginning to smile and to withdraw the tray
with the 81 bill still resting on II, when nv
Plttsburg friend plucked that bill from the
tray. too. He calmly placed the 60 cents
IN SILVER In his overcoat change pocket, and
tnen pulled out his currency wad so as to
put the 81 and the 81 bill with 1t.
Rudolph. though obviously puzzled didn't
seem much bothered. He thought. I imag-
Inc. that when the Pittsburg man pulled out
ms main roll he intended to skin him off
% note. But the Pittsburg man Just tackled
the IL and 50 bills on the outside of his
roll picked up his hat and cane, said, Very
creditably served. Rudolph, to the waiter.
cleared ms throat In that rumbling way.
and strolled toward the door. me following
MIN In state Of partial collapse / didn't
know 1t could be done. 1t seemed as II I
must be dreaming. II thered have been
slipped Rudolph 81 note myself. But I
Ieit that this Agfn'-Tippng thing could be
nothing short of an obsession with my
Pittsburg friend. and feared that he would
DE sore II he caught me spelling his fun by
handing the waiter something So l Just
strolled out after him. weakly.
he didn't say word about 1t to me
no sioats. no cackles over the way he had
done 1t. no nothing OF the sort Corking
dinner. was all he said, and then he began
to talk business again.
In a Sleeping Car.
I'VE went to Pittsburg that night to fin
ish up our business. My Pittsburg friend
had already engaged the drawing room of
the sleeper
Now, George he said to the obsequious
porter who carried our hand gear to the
drawing room-the sleeper porter, you'll
notice, Is always pretty keen in caring for
the drawing room folks-'Now, George, look
after us In here. will you. and be prompt
IN answering the button. and keep a-step-
ping lively. and when we get to Pittsburg-
well, L guess you like to shoot craps as well
as the rest OF 'em. eh? and he laughed
pleasantly.
George. if>that was the porter's name.
sure did keep on the move for us that night.
We sat up till late talking business, and We
rang for quite few drinks, and George
seemed to be right at the door Of the draw
Ing room all the time. He more than laid
himself out for US. In the morning he
brought us ewers OF water and hand glasses
and such like. SO that we wouldn't have to
swab on In the mems dressing room, and,
when the train was getting into Pittsburg
George almost brushed us out of the win
dows with his whisk broom, he was so
keen to see to 1t that no dust should re-
main on any part of us.
III take care of him. my Pittsburg
friend said to me in an undertone, so that
4 knew he would be put out OF handed
the porter anything. When the train pulled
first and handed them over to the station
porter with warning to hustle for the
two gem men, Then we stepped down
from the car to the platform. and my Pitts
hand into his money pocket. The porters
eyes shone very brightly My Pittsburg
friend promptly pulled his hand away from
his pocket, said to the porter, "A fine
morning for Ptttsburg. Ell. Georges? and
walked up the platform toward the exit
gate. me after him.
AFTER going thirty feet or SO 1 glanced
back over my shoulder and there was
George, the porter, standing perfectly. mo-
tionless. and too much buried in thought
even to help the other passengers down
from his car with their gear
Il have to mop my forehead every time
think Tof those experiences with my Pitts
burg friend. And. can't help but think
that. keen as he Is in business affairs, he
was really meant for a soldier"
CLARENCE l.. CULLEN.