Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-04-24

he has struggle to keep grin out of his mouth
seen her then So you went on to describe the gen.
eral state of my health, did your"
1t was you we was chattin' about" says l.
Fascinating topic I've no doubt he growls:
"but | hardly appreciate the attention. Under
stand?
That's breakin' on me gradual saysI
Fortunately for you, though he goes on, you
didn't attempt to lie out of it. By the way why
didn't your"
And her just after givin you the whole game
the 'phone?' says l. "Ah, say!"
Young man." says he shootin' the quizzin
gaze, either you too blickety binked fresh to
keep, else you're to keen to lose hanged if know
which, But-er-well III take chance You may
go out and report to Mr.. Piddie for duty
It'll near break his heart" says l.
1t does too. l expect from what he'd heard in
the private office that he was fgurin' on handin
my hat as l was shot out and remarkn that he
knew all along it comm to me. Then thered
be rollcall of Office boys, with him pckin out
one more to his taste than me. But no such luck
for him.
Cheer up, Piddie," saysI "Pl have the warden
send you an invitation when they fin'lly get me
right
COURSE, don't make any squeal at the house
about my narrow escape; for knew Martha
don't show up at the office at ALL and that evenn
Martha is better posted on his condition than am
She's been busy on the wire again, this time locatn'
him at home.
My poor cousin" says she, lis in wretched
state He has been overworking, fear, and seems
to be nervous wreck. That will account have
doubt for his recent apses into profanity He feels
rather ashamed of himself; but perhaps l should
make allowances. What he needs is rest and quiet
Luckily happened to know just the place for him
and able to persuade him to go there at once.
He started this afternoon
It's called the Wesley Restorium. Martha says.
and is run by old friend of hers who used to be
missionary doctor in China. He's an awfully good
man, and she's sure he'll help Mr.. Ellins lot. Be
Sides his place is only about fifty miles off in
North Jersey; Mr.. Ellins could make the
easy in his limousine.
Well, that leaves only Mr.. Robert,
Fiddle. and me to manage the Cor
rugated, and all bearin' up
under the load we'll enough except
Pidde; when along about two o'clock
there's long distance call from the
Main Stem, and few minutes later
Mr.. Robert sends out for
'Torchy," says he, you seem to be
elected. The governor wants you"
Yes" says Mr. Robert Il don't
n. exactly understand why. He is at a
4H#ie sanatorium, you know, and we had
!:
5fG6a Us arranged to send up his private
#]G H. = tary with the important mail this after
s5HIW III noon; but he says he wants you. Says
faeT III; you're responsible for his being there
whatever that means"
an ifsR Pm on" says /. when do l
I'LL jTIf start?"
VEifH THERE'S train at three thirty
HSyKat four so that gives me time to chase
&Ea4J around to the house after grip, then
RGT%b back to the office to gather up bundle
1EAkA of late letters, and pike for Jersey City.
Nf~ And at that it's five o'clock before I'm
H/XA landed at little flag station umpteen
N/EN> miles beyond nowhere. My! but the
I//\ north end of Jersey has some up and
~ down to it. though! From what I'd
heard I thought the State all
meadows: but here l am carted in a
four-horse bus up the side of hill
that's twice tall as the Metropolitan