The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1909-02-21


ments in the ease, either for publication
or private satisfaction, all you got to
do is to call on Mr.. Talbot Fitzgerald
and the Lady Irene.
s'What's the answeri Now wait,
I'm gettin to that; but so many cases
of tobacco heart around, you d better
take this easy and gradual, like it was
handed to me.
Come back as far as last Tuesday
mornin'. I'm here in the front office
of the studio, my heels up on the desk,
tryin' to read the sportin' news and
listen to Swiftly Joe's illumination con-
versation at one and the same time.
Somebody's slipped the report to Swiftly
that Kentucky has passed pure feud
law, and he's strugglin' to find out
what 3 the joke. Barrin' his mental
distress, it's a peaceful, democratic
scene.
Then. without any warnin at all, the
door opens-and in drifts this cross mated
pair with destiny up their sleeves.
How was I to know from their looks
what they was loaded with? He's a
tall, stoop-shouldered old gent, with a
fine, ruby-tinted Roman beak, lot of
curly gray hair, bushy eyebrows, and
q pair of deep-set, shifty black eyes.
He's wearin last year IS paddock over
coat, and if it hadn't been for the
crispy white lip decoration you might
of bus ted road company. But the
mustaehe and the green cloth bag he
carries under his arm bars him from the
actor class.
The young lady with him is got up
too careless for even fourth rate
aetorine-shabby boots, a long black
cloth coat, and punky lid, ornamented
with what looked like bunch of arti.
fetal mushrooms stuck on one side.
But she's one of the Independent kind
that amt troubled by their clothes.
She has her head up and her eyes wide
open. They'r the big, wild, rollin'
kind of lamps, not so deep set as his;
but they belong in the same class, and
It's easy to see they re some relation.
With her hair parted fat in the middle
and pulled down over her ears, she 8
a good deal of freak-one of the kind
you'd expect would give you chunk
ont of "Peer Gynt" at a minute g
notice and spring set of subscription
books on you the next.
As it too late to put my foot against
the door, just waits for them to make
the first break. They fetch up in the
middle Of the room, take a quick glance
at Swiftly, give me about the same kind
Of a size up, and then look around kind
of disappointed, as if huntin for some
body else. Then the old gent clears his
throat and opens fire.
ooh, 1 say says he, "could you
tell me where l might find Professor
McCabe?"
Conformation bureau to the left, -
says I, jerkin my thumb at Swiftly Joe.
Swiftly, he grins and points to me.
"Guess that IS the guy you re gunnin
for says he.
"What!" says the gent, turnin on
the full power of them sharp eyes
EWhy--why. of course it is! Irene,
he goes on, nudgin the young lady,
Hdon t you see that it must be?'
at knew it in an Instant says she,
fxin' the flashlights on me admirin
like.
"'The chin, the mouth, the-the ear
1obes,'' he puts in, quick and eager,
eoekin his head first one side and then
the other, as he goes over my points
''isn t it wonderfully
"Heredity always is" says Irene
"Note the narrow space between the
eyebrows.
"Rightl" says he. steppin up for a
closer squirt. "And the strong lines of
the
But I've stood for about all of this
that I banker for. "say," says /,
ais this an autopsy, or vanishing day'
Anyone would think you had me on the
slab, expect you II be lookin' for
strawb 'ry marks next"
Tim Dead in Love With This
But this don t jar 'em at all. II
only reminds Irene of something she d
fortgot. "The cowliek!'' saws she
"You haven't found out if he has that
father
'1 IN loollin' now,'' sage he, side
steppin around. "Ah, he has it, TreneI
See, just to the left of the crown'
Wonderful"
"Anything more?" save ]. f'Don 4
You need dissectin knife or a micro
scope9 I'm just dead in love will
this!'
Seems they re all drought with thu
exploration, though. They lines up Ii
front of the desk, the gent takes off hi
hat with flourish, the Lady Irene grab
her skirts on either side, and the mex
thing / know they We done bend tina
would do credit to a couple of graduate
from the Harlem Institute of Terpsich
DRY.
ssOur humble apologies says he
s'but we desired first to complete tn
identification.
"Weli. - says I, elf you think you "
got me scheduled good and proper, lie
it come. Is it a subpoena, or have
won something in raffles"
The gent smiles and does another dir
lower than the first. "Prepare your
SELF says he, "for great surprise.
"Thanks," saws I; "but IN on tn
water wagon. Couldn It l take gas jus
10 well9''