Evening star., 1908-01-12

Drawings by F. Vaux Wilson

been doin lately. That's moren l have I've
been too busy with other things to follow a sky
rocket like him All know is that he's been at his
old games-swappin' this stock for that, hockin'
thing to buy another, and pumpin his bank
accounts full of hot air it's wonder some of
them green goods exchanges didn't lose their
roofs
That's why he amt showed up here for SO long.
And when he does come it amt to Join any class.
Not him! He'd be mobbed. He waits until
give him clear shop, and then he slips around
here in his car.
of the leopard skin ulster I'm little out of con-
dltion again, you see
I'd been blind if | couldn't. His eyes, look as if
he'd been burnin' brush for week: his cheeks
might have been busted with -four, for all the color
there was in 'em and when he opens his mouth to
talk that Belgian block jaw of his has quver to
it that tells of down to wire edge.
But don't let
"oh, you amt quite ready for the scrap heap
yet, Mr.. Gordon says l. Come in for a little
emergency repairs, eh?''
That's it, Shorty" SAYS he And for heavens
sake do what you can for me between now and ten
o'clock tonight" :,
Likely to have hard day tomorrow, you -
Tomorrow" says he, shuttin' his teeth hard
Lets forget tomorrow. Put me in shape for
tonight
Well, looks him over pokes him with my
finger in the soft places, and then gets my ear down
over his left hand vest pocket First off want
"Oh, hang the hearth says he = don't want
to know anything about that-dont dare.
Il do though" says l, countin' the thumps. It's
don ragtme, all right; but guess it amt goin to
run down right away. Come on.
One good thing about Pyramid Gordon IS that
whatever he does, he goes in neck or nothln. 1t |
it fifty times without mssin', he'll give that job
just much attention as If he was tryin to bunko
out of railroad. You can handle man
like that and do him good
Well Swiftly and had been workin him along
easy until he breathin deep, and his mind
was havin' rest, when I'm called out into the
front office to the door. What hnds
waitn for me is one of these big, we'll fed, chuckle
jawed young chaps, same's you see pictured IN the
magazines and clothing ads.,-reg' lar open stock
pattern, He's wearin' frock coat OF the latest
mode chamos gloves, and srnokin' gold tipped
cigarette while he gazes at himself approvin in the
mirror.
For correct afternoon wear. Plate No. IT,
thinks l, half out loud.
"Oh, it's alive, is it," says l. We'll, what back
draft blew you in here, and what's it all about
But there's rushin' that kind. He gives me
of them How dare you, slr! looks, screws
pgskn case and settles back to what Il happen:
Mr.. Frsbie Otis Beals, representing the Gold
Bl:;k National Bank. is something ike what l
"Ill keep this to stick up over the washstand.
Drummin' up trade, are you!
Il was told 1 could find Mr. Gordon here" says
he, real chilly.
well, go out and forget it for about an hour"
says l. by that time business'll be over for the
day, and you can again tomorrow
''My dear fellow" he begins
"Ouit it. Frisbie! You amt at the club, says
l. "And run along! Mr.. Gordon can't you
now"
''Oh yes he can," says he. Hes got to, or"
and Frisbie shrugs his shoulders like stage detective
'Meanin' that this is of trouble?" says /.
Precisely" says he
''A right" says I. Take another good long
look at yourself in the glass while put it up to
Pyramid"
Mr. Gordon, he's costumed in striped swmmin'
jersey, cotton runnin breeches, and pair of tennis
Shoes and him and Swiftly Joe is bangin the hand
ball at the rate of thirty strokes minute