The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1910-05-06


hour in the evening or. having found
him, would hardly have expected him
to give legal advice out of business
hours. But Cherub Devine never
stopped to inquire whether or not he
was violating professional ethics or
intruding on personal privacy. He
knew that Bob Driscoll would most
likely be found either at his club or
at home. Five minutes in a telephone
booth settled the question. Mr.. Dris-
coll was at home. He would be glad
TO see Cherub.
Mr. Devine hailed a taxicab and
within half an hour was being shown
into back room whose walls were
lined from floor to ceiling with thick
books bound in calfskin.
Mr.. Driscoll smiled and waved Mr..
pevine toward chair.
DO much of this night work2 2"
asked the Cherub. Have to, sup
pose, to keep shings running"
Again Mr.. Driscoll smiled. He was
quite used 20 MIR. Devine's breezy
manner. He asked of Mr.. Devine
what was up.
"All kinds of things" responded the
Cherub, dropping into a red leather
chair and extracting one of his black
cigars from waistcoat pocket.
Firstly" began the Cherub, you're
the chief attorney for that blasted
railroad I've just loaded up with.
aren't you?"
Mr.. Driscoll nodded.
Good. Now, as my private counsel
I'd like to have you tell me if ! can
safely get rid of being president of it
within the next twenty-four hours"
Not tired of it so soon, are you"
Tired! Why, say. Bob there isn't
work enough about a job of that kind
to keep man awake. put in all one
day trying to find things to do. By 10
o'clock I'd o. KID basketful of gen
eral orders that | didn't know any
thing about, fired three fluffy haired
typewriter girls and issued a dozen
annual passes to my friends. Then
my private secretary and sat around
and looked at each other until lunch
con time. | didn't show up again. No,
no, Bob! 1t may be highly respectable
and all that, but I've got TO be where
there's something doing. | want to
get back into the street"
There's nothing to prevent you
from resigning."
Except putting in some one that'll
work things the way want 'em
worked. What do you say TO old Rim
mer?"
"Rimmer of Chicago%
yep; the one we nipped on short
holdings. Now. he hates me as the
devil hates holy water, but he's a hus-
tier, and he knows the railroad game
like book. He's down and out now.
but he won't stay down. and when he
gets up again I'D rather have him on
my side than against me. Guess he'd
rather be with me too. How about
Rimmer, eh?'
Mr.. Driscoll sent quick but appre-
ciative glance at the Cherub. He in
dorsed the Rimmer nomination.
'"Then that's settled" observed the
Cherub. You send for him in the
morning and put it up TO bin. | fig
ure that nell De mighty glad TO crawl
on the band wagon. Now for item
No. 2. Bet a million you couldn't
guess what I've been doing"
stake too high" laughed Mr.. Dris-
coll. but think l could come near
guessing. You've been getting mar
ried."
'Z-z-z-ing, but that was close-I don't
think!' replied the Cherub. you're
within gunshot. though, Bob. And l
expect l might as well own up that
I'd like to. but there's no hope.
found the right girl. all right, and I'd
just told her about it, when who
should show up but hubby"
mot hers?"
"Rightl / thought all along she was
a widow. Every one thinks SO. He's