Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-08-14

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cleann' done here durin' office hours!"
But" says the specimen on the other sde IL
didn't come to clean the windows"
"Eh1" SAYS l. sizn up the blue flannel shirt the old
leather belt, and other marks of them pail and sponge
artists "We, don't want any sash cords put in,
wrn fixed any kind Of obbin done until after five.
That's General Order No. l. Seer"
He mods in kind of lifeess, unexcited way; but he
don't make any motions towards beatin it. IL
the fact is, he begins II wish to connected
with the Corrugated Trust Company
you've had your WISH" says l. "Im Exhibit A.
For profile view of me step around to the left Any
thing more1''
He don't get peeved at this he don't grin. He
just keeps bein serious and calm. IF you don't
mind, says he. II should like to one of the higher
officials
'Say, that's almost neat enough to win out" says l.
Zone of the higher officials eh1 How would the presi
dent suit your"
"If might see him, I'd like it," says he.
"Wha-a a-at!" says l.
Honest, the nerve that's wasted on some folks is
shame l had to sit up and give him the Old Sleuth
stare at that. He's between twenty and thirty for
guess and say whatever he might have been once he's
wreck long thin face, with the cheekbones al
most stckn through sumped in shoulders bony hands,
and three months crop of mud colored hair sringin
damp his and brushin his collar Why, he
looked more like he ought to be sittin' around the
waitin room of charity hospital, than tryin to
butt in the time of one of the busiest in New
York!
Its that ought go before the president"
says he, and if he isn't busy I'd like very much to"
Say, old scout" says |. "you got about much
chance of bein' let in to Mr.. Eins as have of
passn' for brunette! So lets down to cases.
Now what's it all about?"
He amt maxim any secret of it. He wants the
to make him bid option he holds
coal and iron lands. Almost to life tellin
about that option, and for the first time notice what
big. bright. deep sunk eyes he's got
"Oh. thing of that kind would have to 60 through
reglar. says l. "Wait; III call Mr. Fiddle He'll fix
you up
Does he1 Well. that's what Pidde's supposed to be
there for but he don't any moren glance at the flannel
shirt before he begins to swell up and rown and look
disgusted "No no. 60 away! says he i've no time
to talk to you, at ALL
But" says the object II haven't had chance to
tell you
Get out-you!' snaps Piddie turnin on his heel
and struttin off.
1t amt the way he talks to parties wearn imported
Panamas and sportin walkn' sticks: but them most of
has little fads that way. What stirred me up,
though. the rough way he did it. and the hopeless
sag to the wrecks chin after he's heard the decision
"Sweet disposition he's got. eh?" says 1. But don't
take him too serious. He amt the final word in this
shop and there's nobody gets to the big wheeze
oftener durin' the day than yours truly. Maybe l
could get that option of yours passed Got the docu
ment with your"
He had and hands it over. With that he drops onto
the reception room settee and says he'll wait.
Better not, says l. for it might be quite spell
before gets the right chance Well do this reg' by
mail. Now what's the name?"
futile" says he, "Tinkham ]. Tuttle.'
"They call you Tink for short, don't they?" says l.
and he admits that they do. "All right" goes on,
"Now the address, Tink Jersey chr WE'LL it's likely
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