The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1909-02-07

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youth, with pale hair and a complexion
about as rudy as q welsh rabbit. He s.
wearin spectacles with reg Tar burnin
glass panes in 'em, and he's holdin a
book about an inch from the end of
his nose, at that. Say, takin him up
and down, bulgin brow, silky hair and
all, he has Professor Waldo Brownhead
pushed back to the primer class.
little thing like some one shown
up to look him over don't attract his
notice at all; so after I've made my
inspection / goes back to Pyramid.
"Sure you didn t grab somebody
else S nephew off the boat?" says I.
"No such luck" says he. "He's
the right one. fast enough. -
"Oh, WE'LL says I, ''some of these
thin ones have good stuff in 'em. May
be he S overturned. Haven t seen him
wrangle yet, have you?'
"No, nor dom want to, says Mr..
Gordon. 81 had enough of his society
in the half hour on the pier while he
was getting his blasted traps through.
That IS what made me kick that in
fernal steward And now here I am
laid up like a COMPOUNDED cripple and
can t get away from him. Shorty, for
heaven s sake take him out to din.
ner!'
and what then?' says I.
81 don t care says he. close him,
drop him off the dock-anything. If
you don't bring him back at all I'll
make it two hundred. "
'.Now, nowl" says I. "For fond
and indulgent uncle, you are givin' the
rankesta exhibition I ever saw. Aw,
fudge, Mr. Gordon! This ain t any
way to treat relation, even if he
don t loom up well on the start. Give
him show. Maybe he ain half so
bad as you We sized him up. -
"Think so?' says Pyramid "Well,
you take him out for a few hours or
SO, and if you enjoy his company L
II make you a present of him. Bring
him in here, will you?''
With that / steps in where Lambert
was followin' the lines with the end
of his nose, taps him on the shoulder,
and says, Break away Your dear I'm
Gle Pyramid wants You to come to the
'front.'
! "Eh! Eli. What's thatgo says he,
as if he was comm out of trance
''On the Bokhara for you'll says I.
"Uncky wants to make you acquainted
with me-
And when We led him out Mr. Cor.
don gets through the ceremony without
wastin much breath. Lambert, -
says he, "I'm handing you over for
the evening to Professor McCabe.''
"Ah!' says Lambert, his face light
in up at the last words like a rum
omelet when the waiter touches her
off on the tray. "Delighted to meet
you, Professor
To look at him you d expect a
squeaky voice pitched about four notes
above the staff; but it s nothin of the
| kind. He got reg Tar basso-auc-
| tioneero set of pipes, and when he
speaks he booms it out like the last
call for dinner in the dining car. But
it was clear Mr.. Gordon wa n t stuck
on, hearin' any more of it than he
could help.
".The Professor all right, . says he.
"He II take care of you. Kotu, Mr..
Baynes things!f and before Lambert
can indulge in any more conversation
the Jap valet has bundled him up and
bowed us out toward the elevator.
Once More in Intelligent Company.
''It is quite a relief, I assure you, .
says Lambert in his deep chest notes
as We steps into the cage, 81 to- find
myself once more in intelligent com
pany.'
"Bingl" says I. "That's one fol-
| Pyramid"
Lambert beams on me through the
half-inch glasses and goes on with
"And what is your chair, Professor9'
"Me?'' says I. 3'Oh, mine is q
standing up job most of the time. I'm
professor of physical culture. "
"Ah!" says he. t'You deliver lee
lures on-on-'
.sOn the side says I. "'Passin' the
medicine ball and glove exercise is my
specialties. [ run a health studio. Co
me framed up nova"
He had, and it was good deal of {
) shock. I makes stab at tryin' tt
soothe him down.
"You do little in the gym linz
yourself. hear says I. Just wha,
is this wrangiin stunt of yourss'
, Say, the look he gives me would have
. trapped a hot potato. eff you meal
my rating in higher mathematics, " say
he, 81 will tell you, as l tried to ex
: plain to my uncle, that the term wrang
Ter has no reference to any kind o:
athletic sport. -
There we had it, and I could feel my
| self shrivelint' up as Lambert throw
ME the scornful glance.
/ "Never mind. says |. "You didn
pick me out. and I don t know that n
; tickled to death with You; but Will
. we re knockin' around together we
try and forget how much better we ar
4 than each other. Is it goa'
: Lambert hardly knew whether it wa
or not. and I didn't understand unit
afterward how much I was askin o
2 him. I wanted TO find out Just wha
9 there was about this Insignificant look
t in four-eyed cuss that could get Pyra
4 mid set so hard against him all of
!, sudden. And I wa n t long diggin u
] the evidence.