Evening star., 1909-08-22

undertake
cast. What you
w would do if you
found yourself cTamped into my shoes, is one. Let
'er Come"
I'D tack up sign" says he, like they have in
them 'Leventh avnoo beer joints; of the kind
that reads, Don't start nothin here!
And right under it. says |, ~, "a expect % YOU'D
hang of them framed mottos like DO 1T now
Back up. Swiftly! Want this Mr.. Barton your par
tic,ar friend anyway" -.
Which puts Swiftly in good humor for the after
noon. You see ever since he found out that this
chesty, quick spoken, rolling eyed gent was none
other than Mr. Slade Barton the Rubber King
Swiftly has been livin in kind OF daze Course he's
been up against plutes often enough before here IN
the studio, and some he got to know real we'll but
this Mr.. Barton seems to have made more of hit
with him than any of the others.
could easy see how it was. That big bowWow front
he puts up and them Grand Duke airs of his kind OF
got me too Not that liked him specially well; for
if there anybody in this shop that come near
maxim me feel hired man sensations. 1t was him.
But didn t hold any crouch against him, either.
The way he struck me was like this: Here's man
that's made good and knows it. and knows you
know it. He's of the kind that always makes
good He gets what he goes after and he goes after
whatever he thinks he wants. You know. One of
served sign off choice table, chuck it in the head
walters face, and have EN- all crawin' on their
hands and knees for him inside of two minutes. 1t
he to stray into convention of archangels, and
wanted to speak to the chairman, expect he'd hold
up foretnger and sing out, Here, you'll!
N/ ne lISC SHOWS up at the Stuu1O he uOn eA-
W plain how he needs reg'l lar exercise to keep his
weight down. No. he just looks casual,
takes glance at the apparatus in the GYM drops his
card my desk, and remarks that he'll be in about
four-thirty every afternoon.
Well, he gets away with it. Moren that, he's one
of the few amateur boxers we got who can slam EN-
in Swiftly ribs and not get barked up about
the face. There's nothing Swiftly to enjoy
more, too, than just lettin' him do it.
- sPose if it was rainn n, twenty.doar gold pieces
Id raise an umbrella?" says Swiftly "Gwan
Didn't you say he worth twenty millions?
Maybe had mentioned twenty; but it only
what I'd seen in some paper. Beyond that knew
mighty little about him, except that he Slade
Barton and appeared to be glad of it.
RUT here the other day we gets some new lines on
= him. Swiftly and him was just gettin busy with
the mitts, and he losn surplus flesh the
of minute, when there's phone call for
him from the Office.
It's Mr.. Rathbone' says l, ''and he says it's
something important
You tell Mr.. Rathbone from me- says Mr.. Bar
ton, swingin' and duckin' between words, Ito wait
until morning..
"Rathy,' says |, the boss says for you to lay
egg and beat it..
Mr.. Rathbone, he begins splutterin' like damp
hangs up the receiver and goes back to my desk
chair and the latest purple afternoon edition.
Maybe it want very polite way OF dom, but l
don't ike to have my reg lars bothered with business
calls while they're doin studio work
p ATHY, though, want easy discouraged Slade
Barton has more n come out of the shower and
got into part of his street uniform, before in blows
slick dressed solemn faced young gent who stalks up
to me very important says he's Mr.. Rathbone and
announces that he must see Mr.. Barton right off
oh, you're Rathy, your says |. Insist
going against the boss's ORDERS do you? Now, if |
YOU, I'd"
Well, Rathbone," says Mr. Barton, stickin' his
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