Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-02-13


pair of 'em; but we've forgotten our tickets.
That's good, but musty. Butt out, please"
says l.
Chez but amt used up so much politeness
since | can remember! 1t was wear1n' them
clothes did it, guess
WELL, l was gettin' to feel real gay, for
w most everyone that was die was inside,
and hadn't made any breaks to speak of, and
it was near time for the Lady Mildred to be
foatin' in, when pipes off tall, husky lookin'
gent with funny black lid and an umbrella
tucked under one arm, gawpin' up at the sign
on the church
Tourist from Punk Hollow 1ookin' for the
Flatiron Buildin'," says to myself: but the
next minute he comes meanderin' up the steps.
fishin a card out of his pocket. You can bet
plants myself in the door and calls for creden-
tialsi :.
But, say, he had the goods. There was the
ticket, all right, with the name wrote on it. and
it didn't need but one squint at the pasteboard
for me to break into cold sweat. 1t want
anybody else but Mr.. William Morgan!
Say says ], as hoarse as huckster, are
you Brother Bill3"
half so stunned as thought he'd be-" why,
suppose am
didn't look the brother part; for he did. He
went Mildred two or three inches better in
height, and he had snappy black eyes and black
striped suit and the lock step was missin'
though But how you goin' to tell, in these
times when our toniest fatwads is sittin' around
the mahogany votin' to raise the price of
tomorrow? There want any time for me to
stand there guessin whether he'd been par
doned, or had slid down the rain pipe. Some
thin had to be DONE and done quick.
dodge in here and wait minute" says |.
There's some word been left for you"
haf I
into the little cloakroom, where Mr.. Robert was
keepin' Benny's mind off m what was comm
to him by maxim him count the geranium
leaves in the carpet.
side "you want to give up predictin' the future
Bills come!"
what Bill?" says he.
1.-THE one from the rock pile, Brother Bill, "
says
Its all of that" says l.
81 hope he's not wearing his uniform still, p"
says Mr.. Robert.
mot on the outside" says 1. He looks
like he'd pinched a minister's Monday suit
somewhere. But it amt the way he looks
that's worryin me: it's what he's liable to do
any minute to put the show on the blink
THAT'S so, Torchy," says he. Cant we
get him out of the way somehow"
Its tough proposition, says l; but If
you'll put on sub for me at the door. and give
me leave to make any play that l happens to
think of, I'll tackle it
"Good!" says Mr.. Robert. And I'll make
it worth hundred to you to keep him away
from here until it's all over"
I'm on the job" says l.
A S skips back grabs my hat out from un
I der a rear seat and makes straight for
Brother Bill Come on" says /. shes
waitn' for you now. We've got just half an
hour to do it in"
Bill, he looks sort of Jared and reluctant:
but has him by the arm and is chasin' him
down the steps before he ask any dippy
questions. First off l thought of runnin' him
up the avenue until he's clean winded but l
l see by the way he strikes out that it would
take more lungs than I've got to do that.
There was lot of weddin' cabs and such
waitin' round the corner. though: so l steers
him into the first that has the apron up,
jumps in after him, shoves up the door in the
roof, and sings out:
Beat i'll This amt any dream carnival
you're hired for!"
What number" says the bone thumper.
For about two shakes was up against it, and
then the only place l could think of was Ben
nys house; so give him that and off we goes.
But say, young man" says Brother Bill.
+" came on to 60 to the wedding"
Sure" says l. "that'n be all right too.
Didn't tell you there was some word left for
your"
Yes" says he, Il believe you did. Also
you said something about her waiting"
Right again. says l. She'll be tickled to