Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-24


ter to his set and
brace him up for be-
IN inspected by the He's Shy of a Lamp
girls aunt and other ~. Sid.
relations at some
swell doin's after.
1 didn't pay much attention to their program at
the time. 1t want any of my funeral who Pnck-
ney married off his leftover second cousins to- and
by evenin' I'd clean forgot all about Twlgge, when
Pnckney phones he'd be obliged If l could step
around to Broadway hotel right off, as he's in
trouble.
Pinckney meets just inside the plate glass
merry go round. Something is the matter with
Sir Hunter" says he, and l can't find out from
his fool man what it is
Before we gets. any deeper, lets clear the
soused, or only damp around the edges?"
"Oh, it's not that at all, says Pinckney. " Sir
Hunter is a gentleman-er, with wonderful ca
paclty.
The Hippodrorne tanks got that too says |:
but there's enough fancy drinks mixed on Broad
way every afternoon to run it over"
Sir Hunter has set of rooms the 'leventh
floor He want in sight, but we digs up Rinkey.
By the looks he'd just escaped from the chorus of
musical comedy, or else an Italian bakery. Near as
l could make out he didn't have any proper clothes
on at all, but just done up in white buntin'
that was wrapped and draped around him, like a
parlor lamp on movin' day. The spots of him that
soes of his feet, was the color of twenty cent
maduro cigar. He spread out on the rug with
his heels toward and his head on the sill of the
door leadin' into the next room.
colored prayer meetn' we're buttin' into
mo, it's all right" says Pinckney. That is Sir
Hunters man, Ringhi Singh"
Sounds like coon song" says l: But he's no
valet: He's cook; can't you see by the caaPf"
That's turban,' says Pinckney. Sir Hunter
brought Ringh from India and he wears his native
costume
"Gee!" says l. eff that's his reg lar get up, he's
got Mark Twan's Phoebe Snow outfit beat mile
But does Rnkey always rest on his face when he
sits DOWN."
Its that position which puzzles me-" says
Pinckney. All l could get out of him was that
Sahb Twiggle was in bed, and wouldn't anyone.
'Oh, then the heather is wise to United States
talk, is he?" says l.
:" He understands English, of course" says Pinck-
ney but he declines to talk
That's easy fixed" says l. reachin' out and
grabbn Rnkey by the slack of his boomers May
be his conversation works is out of kink, and up
ends Rnkey into chair.
Be CAREFUL" Pinckney sings out. They're
treacherouS chaps
1 had my eye peeled for cutlery, but he was the
mildest chocolate cream you ever saw. He slumped
there on the chair, shiverin' if he had chill
comm on and roln his eyes like cat in fit. He
was so scared he didn't know the day of the month
from the time of night.
Cheer up Rinkey," says l. 'and act sociable.
Now tell the gentleman what's ailin your boss"
1t was like takin' into phone when the lines
out of business. Rinkey goes sendin Morse Wire
less with his teeth, and never unloosens word
Look here, Brer Singh" says l. " you amt get
tin any third degree-yetI Cut out the ague act and
here and wants to know why the gate is up,
More silence from Rinkey.
ooh we'll" says 1, Il expect it amt etiquette to
Jump the outside guard; but if We're goin to get
next to Sir Hunter, it looks like we had to announce
ourselves. Here goes!
starts for the inside door; but hadn't got my
knuckles on the panel before Rinkey was givin me